Honk Honk

For my Winter Holiday Of Your Choice present, Melinda is going to get my clarinet overhauled. (Yes, I know it's February. Her present hasn't arrived yet, either. It's one of the nice things about my marriage; we don't really sweat stuff like that.) The last time I took ye olde licorice stick out in anger was 2001; the last time I played regularly was my first year in Boston. If I really want to make my friend Rob Harper-Mangels feel bad, I could say that the start of the decline in my playing...