Edward Carl Freeman Jr.

Carl was hero for me. Growing up in St. John's Episcopal Church where I severed as musician for 20 years. We loved one another deeply. Saturday mornings playing four hand piano in his music room was simply heavenly. I molded my entire career after him. His last chapter was miserable and not deserved. He lived a grand life of pressed starched shirts and gorgeous church folks. To say that I miss him is grossly insufficient: to say that he changed my life for the better Is real promising and...