Alice Lyman finally shuffled off this mortal coil on March 15, or so it appears from the Oak Ridger. I may have to go to the memorial service just to be sure she really is dead (since nobody either dropped a house on her, or threw a bucket of water over her).
Per the obituary, "She will be fondly remembered by a legion of former students and a host of devoted friends." I don't believe "fondly" would have been my first choice of adjectives.
Actually, she was quite charming when she wasn't slapping the rhythm of a song into your leg. I read the obituary in the Oak Ridger's web site. Who knew she'd studied at Julliard?
Posted by: John | March 18, 2005 at 07:55 PM
Yeah, like a rabid weasel is charming. If you see a bunch of flickering lights up on top of the ridge it'll be mad Alice--I expect the devil will give her some coals and tell her to go start her own hell. Fondly remembered my rear end.
Posted by: Nell | March 18, 2005 at 10:01 PM
When leaving a band parents meeting one night, someone behind me said "Unlike good Scotch, Alice does not improve with age". I didn't need to ask "Alice, who?"
Posted by: Pa Bear | March 19, 2005 at 12:42 PM