Sitting by the piano while Babbie's Dad played for us is one of my most treasured childhood memories. Little did I know that the girl I knew, sitting there quietly listening to Johnny play, would display his touch and sensibilities...in his music and in hers; his blood in her veins; his music music in her soul, inseparably melded with her own. It's difficult to see where his music ends and hers begins. Brava, Babbie! May God bless the daughters of famous fathers.
The daughter of Richard Rodgers thinks the daughter of John Green is wildly talented. Her father would be proud. My father is proud of her, too.