John Marlowe

With New Year’s Eve just around the corner, I find myself thinking once again of Disney’s Cinderella. I know what you are thinking. No, I’m not the party dude who ends up under the grand piano, drinking champagne from a lady’s glass slipper. Shock! That’s really not me. Ryan Seacrest doesn’t have to emcee the…

’Twas the night before Christmas, and I was a grouse The question occurring: Am I man or a mouse? You see I’d forgotten, my deadline was due To my office I sprinted, taking stair-steps by two Away to my keyboard I ran with a flash To find that my hard drive had eaten my cache…

A concerned little eight-year-old girl, Virginia O’Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York City’s third-most significant daily newspaper, The Sun, and a hasty response followed on Sept. 21, 1897, in an unsigned editorial. In a surprising uncharacteristically cheerful response, The Sun’s resident cynic Francis Pharcellus Church, the brother of the paper’s publisher,…

I was out in my neighbor’s front yard helping Ronnie, Stevie’s father, put up Christmas lights on his roof. My job was to detangle the strands of lights as they came out of the plastic storage box, before hoisting them up to Ronnie for installation. I’m surprised I got the job, because I’m certain that…

I’ve concentrated my professional life around businesses that make creativity their centerpiece. In my case, I stay close to The Arts. I’ve worked in the cultures of literature, design and fashion. Sadly, I neglected including music. There just doesn’t seem to be the demand for Bavarian Volksmusic there once was. It’s a shame, too. I’m…