As everyone around us prepares for this strangest of winter storms, I must admit something. I’ve always had a soft spot for the Ural Mountains:
Don’t ask me why. But something about the Russian winter landscape has always touched a nerve with me. Perhaps it’s because of this:
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My favorite part of BalletMet’s Nutcracker, a big part of our annual rituals |
I don’t know. I think of friends of mine from my ministry days that were from the former Soviet Union: Larissa, Sasha and Luba, and Vladimir. I wonder how they are doing. Who knows. Someday…