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TICKETS ON SALE NOW PORTTIX.COM 207.842.0800 Tom Trenney Lincoln NE San Diegos Civic Organist MERRILL AUDITORIUM PORTL AND ME WWW.FOKO.ORG Friday Oct 30 730 PM Tuesday Nov 17 730 PM C E L E B R AT I N G R AY C O R N I L S 2 5 T H A N N I V E R S A R Y Y E A R P O R T L A N D S M U N I C I P A L O R G A N I S T Ray Cornils Portland ME Festival Brass Oratorio Chorale Parish Ringers Tuesday Dec 22 730 PM 94 p o r t l a n d monthly magazine words these things gotten here into this strange house I thought to myself as I wandered from room to room. While pleasant our brief visit didnt en- gender a passion in either of us to bridge whatever gap the years had etched. Then last winter I heard my father was sickdyingin South Carolina where he and his wife had gone to wait out a particu- larly bad New England freeze. He had been sent home from the hospital to a home that was not theirs. I surprised myself and boarded a plane in order to be by his bed. He was at times eerily lucid. I said to him things one says at the bedside of the dyingtruthful loving things. Tears stained both our cheeks. I left him there and returned home to work. The next weekend he was hanging on and I went again to him. He was remote now near- ly gone. There was no conversation. Each massive effort required for his intermittent breath brought him only closer to death. I held his hand and whispered to him. I was lucky to bear witness to the passing