A few weeks ago someone posted something on Facebook that prompted a chuckle. It went something like this: Watch out! There's a speed trap on 127 at the I-70 overpass!
One of my favorite parts about going to the symphony takes place before the conductor even lifts his baton. It’s when the orchestra begins to tune, when a cacophony of sound transforms into one beautiful unison note. Audience members hurry from the lobby to their seats so they’re not stuck waiting for the opening number to finish.