Yesterday, April 3, I had some time between a plane and a train, so I visited the nearby campus of my old college, Loyola Marymount, where I met a friend for lunch and recounted how I had come to Loyola in 1978.
I had not come for the school, but for a man, a man I wanted to learn from. I had seen him conduct a choral concert and something in my heart stirred. Here, in this man was that "something". I couldn't name it. But I wanted it.