I cannot help but stare— the exposed metallic length of each cylinder, sleek with majesty, capstoned by the cubic girth of their sylvian sentried towers, captivates my attention. "I love the pipe organ, how it protrudes from between the wall and the ceiling like that...", I muse to my friend as I adjust into a more comfortable and warm posture — quietly humming with delight as I find the sweet spot on the pew. For the second time this solar cycle, I sit in a space of Judeo-

I first observed the seating—The Church of the Apostles located on the outskirts of Lancaster, PA—was arranged in a semicircle. As a Quaker Attendee—a term attributed to those who participate in Quaker worship but who hold a non-member status—I felt nevertheless spiritually drawn to the space. In Quakerism, the concept of commonality is held in veneration. Tracing back to a line attributed to Quakerism's founder, George Fox: "There is that of God in all of us...", definin

On a particular Thursday in the steamy haze of a summer evening, tucked tidily into the Reading Public Museum's Neag Planetarium, a small audience looks on, eagerly anticipating the merger of two seemingly counter-opposing arts: jazz and opera. The Bear, a jazz operetta written by Vicki Haller Graff, director of the Reading Theatre Project, and composed by Reading jazz saxophonist Chris Heslop, offers a tumultuous narrative that combines themes of family, secrecy, betrayal,

Sometimes location is everything. Picture a cross between a circus house and a deco bar, in the recessed nook where glazed panes of looming bay windows stand sentry, a large cylindrical cage sits in empty exhibition. There is a whimsical eeriness that exudes from the display. I can almost picture the full, curious eyes of a captured prime ape gazing back at me, shadowed by the iron bars of its webbed chamber. Inside the tavern of choice, hot, blistering lines of saxy jazz pe