Category Archives: Young Corzoo

The next four days were going to be a mad dash to the finish.  We had one afternoon to explore Cologne.  If there is one place one must go when visiting Cologne, it is the cathedral whose gothic spires dominate … Continue reading →

“Do you ever feel that History is a Person?”  Corzoo suddenly asked on our way to Dresden. “Well, not exactly like a Person, but I think I might know what you mean,” I replied.  “Do you mean like someone who … Continue reading →

If one can make sense of Vienna by an awareness of the historical presence of royal courts and the fact that Vienna was capital of the Holy Roman Empire for a while, one can make sense of Edinburgh by knowing … Continue reading →

Our stay in Luzerne went by in a flash. What a shame, because it was a beautiful little town, with fresh, cool air, a mountain lake, and nice little shops. Our highlights were watching the swans on the lake and eating Eiskunst ice cream. “Das schmeckt mir gut!” as Corzoo would say. “Yummy!” as I would say.
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After our visit to the opera and days of walking on the grand streets of Vienna, we were physically a little spent to say the least.  But, aside from the tiredness, I noticed a lull in little Corzoo’s spirits. “What … Continue reading →

For those of you just joining our story, Corzoo is a feisty, precocious, curious little fellow, who happens to be a kazoo that is shaped like a French horn.  He longs to be a REAL French horn player one day … Continue reading →

Herzlich Willkommen the sign said at our restaurant of choice the evening we arrived.  Corzoo translated for us all, in case we weren’t sure what it said.  A Heartfelt Welcome! We had arrived in a blisteringly hot Vienna. “Wien!” said … Continue reading →

The day dawned bright and clear – the complete opposite of the previous day’s sturm und drang, as the budding young musician Corzoo would call it.  Then he would quote the New Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians definition for … Continue reading →

It was a rainy day in the suburbs of Philadelphia, and as anyone knows, there is no better activity during a thunderstorm than to cuddle up inside with a good book!  That is how I found my young friend Corzoo … Continue reading →