CALL ME SNAKE

Last year I wrote a nice column (or so I was told) about a guy who had retired from running a music school after 40+ years. The story was about what the guy was doing next in this new phase of his life. Only now it appears that we need to scrap that whole thing, as I ran into the fellow today (at the YMCA pool) and he told me that his replacement did not pan out and he was back to working full time, running the school once again. So much for retired life. And so much for my acclaimed column. (Or at least acclaimed by my mother-in-law who is no soft touch.)