YOU WOULDN’T WANT to hear me sing. Trust me. But in the evenings, these days, that’s what I’m doing. Singing. Out loud. With the windows closed. Tight. Fortunately for my wife, she works night shift. Only Buddy the Dog has to listen. Here’s why I’m singing: I’m trying to record for posterity songs I wrote back in high school and college, before I forget the tunes—as if someone living in posterity would want them. I wrote the songs while strumming a guitar. Simple songs in C chord. Hokey, actually. I can’t believe anyone would want to sing them in church. … Continue reading I wrote songs in high school