Tuesday, August 27, 2024

London Trip 2024

 Tuesday, August 13th

Drove from Hanover down to Dulles and parked remotely. (One of the big hotels near the airport.) James deeply concerned about the possibility of long security queues, body searches, and forgetting luggage or passports. He might have actually been a little disappointed that it all went so smoothly. Those Diary of a Wimpy Kid books prepared him to run from TSA security or something. Easy and excited conversation bubbling between everyone on the trip down. Found food and coffee with over two hours until departure, alternated long walks around the terminal. James and I tried to match obscure country flags with names. He is better at this than I am.

Waiting for the shuttle from the hotel to the airport.

Finally on a plane!
James was nervous about riding a plane. (He flew to Atlanta as an infant, and hadn't been on one since.) Held his breath and clenched his hands through takeoff, then settled in easily with Despicable Me and many episodes of The Book of Boba Fett on the iPad. I read my Kindle and J never had a working TV screen in front of her. (James and I did both offer to switch, but the flight attendant promised she'd reset it any minute now...)

Wednesday, August 14th
Arrived at Heathrow at 7 AM local time, which felt like midnight to our bodies. Easy passage through Passport Control (just a scan of our passport) and then several trains to get connected to the Underground. Our Airbnb was in Islington, so we didn't need to change lines from the airport. About an hour ride (managed to stay awake), and then the hairiest hour or so of the trip for direction-finding since we didn't have any cell service and the offline maps hadn't downloaded correctly. Managed to find our key drop and then got pointed in the right direction to find our flat. J and James immediately sacked out, I went out again and tracked down some basic provisions from a Waitrose about 1/2 mile away with newly downloaded offline maps.
James was pretty much cooked for the rest of the day, but we all did get up and walk down to Camden Market to find a dinner out. Had some "Mesopotamian" ice cream (apparently made with orchids to give it an unusually stretchy/stable texture) and a shawarma wrap. James inhaled chicken and chips, J found a healthy grain bowl. 
Doom Bar from the can once back. (Cheers, Strike.) Everyone in bed by 8. Up in the middle of the night, but managed 8 hours in pieces.

"The Cornish beer tasted of home, peace, and long-gone security."

Breakfast at the flat

The view from our flat. (3rd story) The spire is St. Luke's.

Everyone is just trying to stay awake until 7 pm.

J didn't order any, but the man running the shop gave her a free sample and then came outside to find us and gave her a free dish. Confirmation that she DOES look great after 36 straight hours of traveling with hardly any sleep.

"Take a picture for Felix"

The canal at Camden Market

Dinner outdoors

Market fare


Thursday, August 15th
The first real day. James up around 10, and we had breakfast together in the flat. Took the Tube to Tower Hill and found the old Roman wall right away, then did the Tower of London Beefeater tour. The host (Yeoman Darren) was one of the highlights of the trip. It was an hour of continuous Dad jokes about medieval history. Found out at the end of his tour that his military background was actually as a musician (flute) in one of the bands. Walked through the St. Peter ad Vincula chapel after the tour, then did the entire White Tower. Skipped the Crown Jewels line (thanks for the heads up to Calvin) and Beauchamp Tower to find coffee and food. Ate by the Thames, crossed Tower Bridge, and found the Borough Market. (The note I have in my little writing pad is "J in paradise.") James had a mango smoothie, J bought a fancy jar of olive oil. Went to Waitrose again and did pizza and Prosecco at the flat for supper.

cum Trajano

Roman remains

The organ in St. Peter's chapel. Lord Wellington very much in evidence here.

One of the tower ravens.

The White Tower

Some of the armoury.

Jameses

Incongruous modern art in an 11th century building

Something to do with Taylor Swift.

James on the Thames

Crossing Tower Bridge

Glad to be out of the crush of people packed into the Tower sites

HMS Belfast

Not exactly ubiquitous anymore, but we did see some phone booths

Mango lassi. This kid missed his smoothies while we were away

Cozy dinner in the evening



Friday, August 16th
Slow morning (lots of reading), and then took a double decker bus to Tottenham Court Road. (Was surprised to find that James and J both preferred the bus to the tube!) Celebrating throughout that J was in shoes that held up to walking all day. Found Denmark Street and the Flying Horse, but they were not serving food. Made our way into Soho and ate pub food at the Three Greyhounds. Some people very nearly hangry by the time we ate. Went to the British Museum, which was hot and overcrowded but absolutely amazing. Did most of the Egyptian architecture, the Parthenon marbles, Egyptian mummies, and made a glancing pass through Greek coins, Cyprus, European coins, clocks, and the Sutton Hoo treasures. Took a walk with J in the evening to replenish stock of seltzer water.

On Denmark Street

Formerly the Tottenham

James' burger at the pub

J's fish and chips

Unexpectedly found an Amorino and relived some Paris memories

Summer in Soho

Library goals

The Rosetta Stone

The plaque says "Statue of Roy"

James found a cat


We were criminally rushed. Could've spent weeks in there. For some reason there are a bunch of cool photos that I took of the Astrolabe and the Sutton Hoo treasures that aren't showing up on Google photos. Will upload them later if I can figure out how to make it work.

Tash the Inexorable



Saturday, August 17th
This was J's great day. We were at the Borough Market all afternoon and basically just walked around buying food, splitting it three ways, and eating it. It was incredibly hot and crowded, so there was a short 45 minute respite in Southwark Cathedral. One small adventure that we had was finding that our toilet was running continuously that morning. I did a few of the small tricks that I knew to address it, but the actual plumbing for the flush mechanism was tiled off inside the wall. We messaged the flat owner about it, and she said this had never happened before. I promised myself (and James and J) that I would not spend any part of our vacation fixing a toilet. It ran all day when we were gone, but them somehow healed itself overnight. 
"If this is a land where toilets fix themselves, we are MOVING here." 
Not pictured in the food crawl are the loaf of sourdough potato and garlic bread, the pain au chocolate, and the strawberry soft serve.

Black Pig sandwiches

The line for these was bigger than the audience for most concerts I play

Sturnus vulgaris. It pooped on the sleeve of my white shirt.

Three minutes-old incredible donuts. (Especially the creme brûlée one)

We chanced upon a knitting circle

Peace in the midst of a sea of humanity

James was a great sport about the food crawl

Paella and sparkling rose. I took photos of the paella process, but they are somehow missing again...

Introverting

Choir rehearsal started about halfway through the escape

Replica of the Golden Hinge, Francis Drake's vessel for circumnavigating the globe

James with a bow chaser. (A long 9?)

In the Great Cabin

Up by the bowsprit. Not allowed on the rigging. 

Back for even more food--salt beef sandwiches.



Sunday, August 18th
We didn't have anything on the schedule today except for a 3:45 dinner reservation (for a traditional Sunday roast) at Blacklock, so we decided to take a long walk in the morning. We'd been taking public transportation to get into the heart of the city for every other trip, but made the 3-ish mile walk down to Covent Garden by foot. Despite trouble finding bathrooms we had a lovely time poking through the souvenir stalls and James found the Pooky he'd been looking for. We walked back and had to hurry to get changed into our Sunday best, then took the tube down to Philpot Lane for a roast. We hadn't eaten lunch on purpose, and then there was a long wait for our table. We ordered some drinks, and then received some more drinks when the waitress realized that our order hadn't gone into the kitchen. But then the food came and it was incredible. 

J popped in to the Church of the Holy Ghost to say the collect, but we otherwise skipped Sunday AM church

Heading up the spiral staircase at the Moomin Store in Covent Garden

Little My

I did not get a souvenir on this trip. But I stood in front of these old brass telescopes for a long time...

A year ago I ordered a martini in France and was given a tumbler of vermouth with a little gin splashed in, half a lemon peel, and ice cubes. I got some closure for that drink at Sunday dinner.

We're really happy but also really hungry.

Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, duck fat potatoes, roasted veggies. It was glorious.



Monday, August 19th
Today was the Eye day. This was the first and most important item on James' to-do list, and the line/process for it was formidable. Incredibly, we hadn't actually seen the Eye at any point yet--the curves of the Thames and the skyline kept it obscured. But Monday was all about the iconic views of the Eye, Big Ben, Parliament, and Westminster Abbey. After James and J rode the Eye (I did a big circuit up to the Millennium Bridge and back while they did the ride) we all walked the South Bank up to Blackfriars Bridge and then headed back towards Parliament along Fleet Street and the Strand. We read for a bit in Hyde Park, snacked on nuts and fruit, then grabbed a pint and the use of some bathrooms at The Two Chairmen. Then it was 5 and time for Evensong at Westminster Abbey. We were all impressed with how quickly a tourist attraction became a functional house of worship. J agreed to watch the first episode of Slow Horses that night once we were back and was immediately hooked. 

First glimpse of the Eye

First glimpse of Big Ben/Parliament

"I think they copied this from Big Bentley in Cars 2..."

View from underneath the Eye

Meanwhile, I went off to find Boadicea

And to see where Wardle/Ekwenski/Murphy all work...

Battle of Britain memorial

First pass through Trafalgar Square

(Dead) Lions

England expects that every man shall do his duty...

Meanwhile, James and J were very high

Very, very high up

And they found me waiting for them

Thinking of Aunt Martha...

The hall of justice

There were bird droppings all over Dr. Johnson

Thinking of Jane

James and any cat

Watching the Horse Guards from Hyde Park

J craving beauty and taking pictures

James craving something else, and turtling

Time for evensong

Our last glimpse before heading down into Westminster station



Tuesday, August 20th
Our last full day, and James was pretty much done at this point. The final "have to do" item on our agenda was to get the boys' LEGO passports stamped, so I walked back down to Bloomsbury while James and J spent the morning at the flat. I came back up through Mayfair/Regent's Park and had such a nice time of it that we all went to the park in the afternoon. Told that he could choose whatever in London he wanted for dinner that night, James opted for the same chicken and chips that he'd had the previous Wednesday, so we went home via Camden Market. (And I had really good duck lo mein.)

Quidditch statue

A two-story LEGO Big Ben

And a close to life-size LEGO double decker bus

Chinatown in Soho

The statue of Eros at Piccadilly Circus

Did not buy a suit. But had fun window shopping

No riots. Fortunately, in England, at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever.

Regent's Park

Prepped for the last adventure out

We always find an Aldi when adventuring

Reading at the park

We basically just all took turns walking the circuit 

James insisted we take a picture of this panda for Owen's benefit

J's red curry at Camden Market

My duck lo mein

And a strawberries and cream for dessert



Wednesday, August 21st 
We had enough time in the morning after cleaning the flat to go out to a local diner and get a traditional English breakfast, and then took the Piccadilly line to Heathrow. And that was it! We spent 8 hours on the plane watching Slow Horses, then stood in a line, stood in another line, stood in another line, took a shuttle to the hotel, and finally got our van. We were back in Hanover before midnight.
It was a lot of things, as a trip. I don't know if it was what James expected. But he's definitely going to remember it. Owen and Felix were very happy to see us. And James was SO happy to see them. He lit up every time we FaceTimed them, and if nothing else, going to London told him a lot about how much he loves being home with his brothers. And we are glad to be back with them too. 

Sunday, July 28, 2024

7/28 GPC Sermon

 

First Reading: 2 Kings 4:42-44

Elisha feeds a hundred people

4:42A man came from Baal-shalishah bringing food from the first fruits to the man of God: twenty loaves of barley and fresh ears of grain in his sack. Elisha said, "Give it to the people and let them eat."

4:43But his servant said, "How can I set this before a hundred people?" So he repeated, "Give it to the people and let them eat, for thus says the LORD: They shall eat and have some left."

4:44He set it before them; they ate and had some left, according to the word of the LORD.

Second Reading: John 6:1-21

Jesus feeds 5000

6:1After this Jesus went to the other side of the Sea of Galilee, also called the Sea of Tiberias.

6:2A large crowd kept following him because they saw the signs that he was doing for the sick.

6:3Jesus went up the mountain and sat down there with his disciples.

6:4Now the Passover, the festival of the Jews, was near.

6:5When he looked up and saw a large crowd coming toward him, Jesus said to Philip, "Where are we to buy bread for these people to eat?"

6:6He said this to test him, for he himself knew what he was going to do.

6:7Philip answered him, "Two hundred denarii would not buy enough bread for each of them to get a little."

6:8One of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter's brother, said to him,

6:9"There is a boy here who has five barley loaves and two fish. But what are they among so many people?"

6:10Jesus said, "Make the people sit down." Now there was a great deal of grass in the place, so they sat down, about five thousand in all.

6:11Then Jesus took the loaves, and when he had given thanks he distributed them to those who were seated; so also the fish, as much as they wanted.

6:12When they were satisfied, he told his disciples, "Gather up the fragments left over, so that nothing may be lost."

6:13So they gathered them up, and from the fragments of the five barley loaves, left by those who had eaten, they filled twelve baskets.

6:14When the people saw the sign that he had done, they began to say, "This is indeed the prophet who is to come into the world."

6:15When Jesus realized that they were about to come and take him by force to make him king, he withdrew again to the mountain by himself.

 

 

It was a cloudless night, and there was a full moon. Nestled deep in the Thuringian Forest of southern Germany was the town of Ohrdruf. The year was 1696, and the wooden houses were dappled in the leafy shadows of the moonshine. And in one of the houses an 11-year-old orphan boy was out of bed. The house belonged to one of the boy’s much older brothers. A separation of 14 years and 30 miles meant the older sibling had been nearly a stranger when the boy first arrived. And now, disobeying his barely known adult brother, he was creeping across the moonlit room. With practiced ease he slid a small hand inside the locked and lattice-covered bookshelf by the window desk. He’d been explicitly forbidden to do what he was about to do, and most nights it was too dark to be worth attempting. He wasn’t, after all, even allowed his own candle. Yet tonight the moon was full, and so the boy carefully slid a small hand through the lattice and unlocked it. The forbidden book was in his hand now. He opened it to the page where he’d stopped after his last moonlit theft and pulled out a quill pen and his own piece of paper. And he began to copy, note for note, the music within the book.

The book was an anthology of keyboard music—celebrated compositions by Buxtehude, Pachelbel, and other famous composers of the day. And the orphan boy was named Johann Sebastian Bach.

Bach, who might be the greatest composer in the history of Western music, never stopped being inquisitive about the inner workings of other composers’ music. There’s a collection of keyboard concerti that he wrote (BWV 972) as an adult that are called the Weimar transcriptions which are reworkings of Vivaldi, Marcello, and Telemann.

But even as Bach “transcribed” these concerti, he altered them. For some, he merely noted which organ stops he thought were best. For others he added complex flourishes and ornaments, and for others he pared back the written ornamentation. Some transcriptions were rewritten in a different meter, or stayed in the same meter and became more rhythmically complex. Some were reharmonized. For some he inserted counterpoint—complex imitation and transformation of what had been a simple theme.

One of the most original voices in classical music became unique and won enduring fame as an innovator by recapitulating the work of those who went before him, and he held onto the practice from his boyhood nights in Ohrdruf through his whole celebrated career.

Today’s gospel lesson is the story of the loaves and the fishes from the gospel of John. But like so many of the sayings and actions of Jesus, we find that on closer examination that it is not actually an original thought. Or, rather, that the originality of Jesus’ action can only be understood in the context of the Old Testament story which he was recapitulating. Jesus, like Bach, was an artist. And like so many artists, whether composers, painters, architects, cooks, or clowns, Jesus both learned his art and made his mark on it by copying—recapitulating—what the prior masters had done. And the art of Jesus was the art of the prophet.

Our Old Testament reading for today--the bit of manuscript that Jesus is copying—is recognizable in the story of the loaves of the fishes. The prophet Elisha takes an inadequate amount of barley loaves and distributes it to a crowd of a hundred. At the end there are somehow leftovers in abundance.

Jesus of Nazareth internalized this story of miraculous prophetic power and used it not only as a means of feeding a hungry crowd, but as a way of unfolding his carefully guarded identity to his people with an unmistakable symbol. If an American politician makes a speech (about anything) in a black stovepipe hat, we know that they are appropriating the idea of Lincoln. If a prophet in Jesus’ world feeds a too-big crowd with too-little barley, they are appropriating Elisha.

This story in the gospel of John is one seven carefully presented portraits of Jesus replaying the prophetic acts of the Old Testament in the section of John which is commonly called the “book of signs.” Each sign is deliberately and explicitly presented—John says “this is a sign” each time--starting with the wedding in Cana in John 2.

In the wedding at Cana Jesus’ mother approaches him because the wedding guests have run out of wine. Despite initial reluctance, Jesus transforms the water contained within six stone jars into a wine that the steward of the house praises for its quality. “Jesus did this, the first of his signs, in Cana of Galilee, and revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him.”

A prophet who makes a public demonstration of power by transforming water would have resonated immediately with a faithful Jewish audience. This has happened before! This is the story of Moses, transforming the waters of Egypt, yet in our own time, and it is the prophet Elisha who (after, like Moses, parting the waters of a river to make passage several verses earlier) miraculously transformed water at Jericho in 2 Kings 2 to make it drinkable.

John introduces another “sign” in John 4, when Jesus heals the son of a (gentile) royal official who is lying ill in Capernaum. The official begs Jesus to come into his house (a loaded request, from a gentile to a Jew) and Jesus heals the boy in honor of the man’s belief. It is just as Elisha in 2 Kings 4 heals the son of a Shunammite woman—a questionably kosher practice—in recognition of the faith displayed by the boy’s mother.

Jesus heals again at the Sheep Gate in Jerusalem in John 5, and it looks at first to be an obvious recapitulation of the story of Naaman from 2 Kings 5. Naaman is cured of leprosy by Elisha’s washing. Yet in the 2 Kings story there is an unsavory twist. When Elisha refuses a payment of thanks from Naaman and Elisha’s servant offers to take the payment in secret for his own gain, the servant is cursed with the leprosy that Naaman was cured of.

This is not the only barbaric twist within the pages of 2 Kings—a group of 40 children is mauled by bears who come out of the mountain because they had the effrontery to call Elisha “baldy-head” as he passed by.

Jesus does this sign of healing at the Sheep Gate pool but doesn’t even require the water—and he does it in public defiance of the sabbath practice of the day.

John then tells the story of the feeding of the five thousand, our reading for today, which is a nuanced reimagining of Elisha’s action from our Old Testament reading.

The walking on water, the healing of a man born blind, and the raising of Lazarus continue to demonstrate Jesus’ extraordinary authority as a prophet, but these stories specifically demonstrate that his prophetic language and actions are those he has inherited from Moses, Elijah, and Elisha who went before him.

Jesus is doing intensely meaning-laden public acts that confirm his divine authority, and—in what must have been a thrilling revelation to those who understood what the presence of a true prophet meant—his mandate to speak Yahweh’s truth to corrupt power. Whether it was Moses to Pharaoh, Elijah to Jezebel, or Elisha to Jehoram, a prophet of this kind meant that Israel’s god was acting on Israel’s behalf.

So what was new about Jesus’ recapitulation? How is he altering the source material from which he is working? In today’s reading Jesus is acting in ways that are faithful to the original from which he is copying—Elisha’s barley story—and are recognizably unique to Jesus.

There is, as is so characteristic of Jesus, a compassion for the poor before anything else, and not even a practical compassion for the poor. He doesn’t set out to split one person’s portion four ways. He splits one person’s portion thousands of ways. And in seeking the good of the poor above any other good, at improvident and impractical proportions, there is more leftover for everyone than can be carried up in twelve baskets, according to one of the other gospel writers.

Secondly, Jesus is both politically savvy and politically innocent. “As shrewd as a serpent, and as innocent as a dove.’ He understands that in view of this extraordinary sign the crowd is willing to make him king. They say, “This is indeed the prophet who is to come into the world.” This man is for us what Moses was to our ancestors—he can rebuke Rome and Herod in the way that Moses rebuked Pharaoh. This is a reasonable expectation on the face of the Old Testament readings alone. There isn’t much of political timidity in the actions of Elijah and Elisha, or Moses.

But Jesus will not be made king, at least in this way. When a crowd would force him to be a king according to the world’s terms for kingship and kingdom, “he withdrew to a mountain by himself.” Submission, suffering, and a cross would be the only conditions by which Jesus would finally allow a crown to be placed on his head.

And finally, Jesus, as he did so often, transformed what could have been a dire crisis or a moment to put himself into power and prestige into a moment for celebration and communal gathering—he turned the story into a feast. Whether breaking bread with his disciples in the upper room, turning water to wine at Cana, or sharing a meal with a tax collector, Jesus took the work of a prophet and made it look something extraordinarily like a party.

And that is the challenge for the church of God today. Jesus of Nazareth read the Old Testament, in which bears maul children for mocking baldness and the ungodly are smote, and recapitulated its stories in ways that emphasized the poor and the sick out of all reasonable levels of attention, that eschewed obvious opportunities for political power and influence, and that transformed the moments he touched into moments of feasting.

Our vocation is to be “imitators of Christ.” And that means re-reading not only Jesus, but those Old Testament stories as well, and then not only re-reading but copying out (literally copying out by hand is a wonderful exercise) and retelling and re-enacting those stories in ways that celebrate the poor, disdain the allure of cheap power, and invoke joyful feasting.

How can you re-enact the story of the Red Sea crossing? How can you retell the coat of many colors? How can you feed five thousand on a hillside with a few loaves and fishes? The story of this church is a work in progress, a manuscript of people bringing cans and cereal boxes that climb up our walls outside.

There isn’t a right way to come up with your own recapitulation. The beauty of being the church together is that when we all copy down say, Matthew 25, to pick a random example of a text that we’ve committed to embodying, we will come up with a hundred slightly different flavors of recapitulation. They might differ as wildly as the two drawings that James and Owen did a few years ago of the story of Jesus walking on water as part of their Sunday School here. (James drew a man walking on water and added some of the sayings he’d been working on in Latin about Jesus being Dominus Deus and Agnus Dei. Owen drew a picture of Jesus punching a shark.)

No matter how you do it, we all are called to be disciples. Disciples are students—students who are willing to copy the work of their master, to wrestle with its meaning, and whether by moonlight and manuscript or with crayons and construction paper, to wrestle forth the meaning of “setting the captive free, making plowshare out of sword, and feeding the hungry.” May the Father of our Lord equip us for the task he has set for us and fill us with his Holy Spirit as we set out to recapitulate to the world the work of his son, Jesus.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Tuesday, July 23, 2024

Pliny on Sports

I recently finished reading the letters of Pliny (from a Loeb edition I found while visiting the local bookshop of the Virginia Smiths) and then read a biography of him called "In the Shadow of Vesuvius." I think there's a lot to like about Pliny (the Younger) despite his open crustiness, and I appreciate the nuance of the social relationships you get in the letters. His view on sports, however, is worth reproducing in its entirety.


C. Plinius Calvisio suo s.

1 Omne hoc tempus inter pugillares ac libellos jucundissima quiete transmisi. ‘Quemadmodum’ inquis ‘in urbe potuisti?’ Circenses erant, quo genere spectaculi ne levissime quidem teneor. Nihil novum nihil varium, nihil quod non semel spectasse sufficiat. 2 Quo magis miror tot milia virorum tam pueriliter identidem cupere currentes equos, insistentes curribus homines videre. Si tamen aut velocitate equorum aut hominum arte traherentur, esset ratio non nulla; nunc favent panno, pannum amant, et si in ipso cursu medioque certamine hic color illuc ille huc transferatur, studium favorque transibit, et repente agitatores illos equos illos, quos procul noscitant, quorum clamitant nomina relinquent. 3 Tanta gratia tanta auctoritas in una vilissima tunica, mitto apud vulgus, quod vilius tunica, sed apud quosdam graves homines; quos ego cum recordor, in re inani frigida assidua, tam insatiabiliter desidere, capio aliquam voluptatem, quod hac voluptate non capior. 4 Ac per hos dies libentissime otium meum in litteris colloco, quos alii otiosissimis occupationibus perdunt.

Vale.

Gaius Plinius to his Calvisius: 

I have been passing all my time here among my little tablets and books in a most pleasant peace. "How is that possible," you ask, "in the city?" Well, the Circensian games have been happening, and that is a kind of spectacle which has not the slightest attraction for me. There is no novelty, no variety in it, nothing which one wants to see twice. Hence I am the more amazed that so many thousands of people should be eager, like a pack of children, to see horses running time after time, and the charioteers bending over their cars. There might be some reason for their enthusiasm if it was the speed of the horses or the skill of the drivers that was the attraction, but it is the jersey colors which they favor, and the team uniforms that fire their love. If, in the middle of the course and during the race itself, the jerseys were to be changed, their enthusiasm and partisanship would change with them, and they would suddenly desert the drivers and the horses, whom they recognize from afar and whose names they shout aloud. Such is the influence and authority vested in one cheap shirt, I don't say with the common crowd, - for that is even cheaper than the tunic, - but with certain men of position; and when I consider that they can sit for so long without growing tired, looking on at such a fruitless, cheerless, and tedious sport, I really feel a sort of pleasure in the thought that what they take delight in has no charm for me. Thus it is that I have been only too glad to pass my leisure time among my books during the race-meeting, while others have been wasting their days in the most idle occupations.   Farewell.


You're right, Pliny. Stefon Diggs is wearing a Texans uniform now and we DO hate him for it. And even if this season goes exactly the way that every other season has gone we are still going to shout ourselves silly over the "tedium" of enjoying something really fun together. And YOU aren't invited.

Go Bills.

Monday, July 15, 2024

Ball Games

Big George has a new shirt because we went to three ball games in four days. It arrived today, and it's blue. Felix is immensely proud of him and declared that his new outfit is for "going out to do business." (He is also concerned, though, that it has the wrong smell.)

We knew about the first game months ago, because we have a friend with front row seats behind home plate who loves to give us tickets a couple times a year. Also, he knows when Felix's birthday is.

Then I got hired, as I almost always do, to play the BPO Independence Eve celebration in Buffalo. And then I got hired for the Rochester "show after the ball game" concert the day after Felix's birthday. And in all three games it was Red Wings v. Bisons.

I took all three boys to the Buffalo Independence Eve celebration last year, and it was one of those nearly perfect days that I hope they will remember forever. It had been a rainy morning, so the rehearsal was moved to an enormous warehouse at the Bison's practice facility. The boys had plenty of space to run around and even played with some other in-tow orchestra kids while I did a short rehearsal (it was over in 45 minutes)
After the rehearsal was over we drove to the Penn-Dixie fossil site and ate a delicious picnic lunch while the last of the rain dribbled away. We found scores of fossils (apparently it's even easier to pick them out after a rain, because the color is different) and once we had finished up digging drove up past the Bills' stadium to a Wegmans. They ate cannoli, bought a sub, and then ate the sub down by the ballpark.

They watched the game (which the Bisons won), behaved like angels, made more friends with other orchestra kids, and enjoyed the concert and the fireworks.

It was never going to work as a repeat. 

This year the rehearsal was at the ballpark in blistering heat, and the shaded picnic area that I had been planning for them to sit at had been bulldozed over sometime in the past year. The stage wasn't ready, so the orchestra rehearsal (instead of being a 45 minute run-through) started nearly 45 minutes late and then required a 20 minute break.

The boys watched a movie on the iPad while sweating in the little shade they could find in visiting pitcher's area and grumbled about when we might finally go dig fossils. (They did find a random baseball under one of the benches, which I told them they could keep.)

Once we (FINALLY) we were done with rehearsal, we drove out to the Penn-Dixie site.

"...do you follow our Facebook page?"
"I'm not on Facebook."
"We're closing in 10 minutes because of the heat today."

So we ate our lunch in the car and tried to come up with a next move. No one liked their lunch. This was the worst day ever.

We ended up at the Galleria so that the older two boys could find birthday presents for Felix. (They got him LEGO, and all three walked away with LEGO passports.) They complained that we couldn't buy a bat from Dick's (which cost $150), and Felix refused to use the public bathroom at the mall.

"I want to got at the ballpark, because stadium bathrooms are disgusting, and I'M disgusting."

We had fast food for dinner, they griped at me while I changed into concert clothes in the van, and we made our way into the ballpark.

They were thirsty. They were hungry. They felt persecuted because they all wanted to cheer on the Red Wings, but didn't like rooting against the Bisons. Felix wiggled and squirmed in his seat but insisted he didn't have to go to the bathroom.

In the eighth inning I finally said to him, "Felix, I'm going to have to go play a concert in 20 minutes. You need to go sit on the potty now and take care of whatever you're holding in. I can't come and save you once I'm on stage if you have an accident. What kind of bribe is it going to take to get you into the potty."

And ten minutes later, Felix, with his bowels emptied, was sitting in his seat eating a hot dog happily.

The Red Wings won.

The next day was the 4th, and then we were at Innovative Field on the 5th behind homeplate to watch the game on Felix's birthday. It was a big 4th and it was a big day before the ball game, so we were all already tired and a little overcooked. But tonight was going to be special.

For his 6th birthday I had called the Red Wings ahead of time and paid to have a big "Happy Birthday Felix!" sign put up on the big screen. The intern who took the info emailed me before the game and told us to watch and the bottom of the 6th inning. Unfortunately, however, one of the ushers had come down to chat with Julie and the boys right at the end of the 6th inning, and even as she was trying to drive him off the slide came and went. (A friend who was out with us managed to get a picture of it.)

This year I called ahead of time again. Bottom of the 6th inning again. The picture was in. We were ready. Felix was going to SEE himself this year.

He had a great beginning to the game. Spikes, the mascot, signed his program and a free soft ball that he caught. Mitzi gave him a high-five and big birthday thumbs-up.

In the third inning Felix got the wiggles. I took him and his brothers up for a bathroom trip and for hot dogs. I didn't let them get a ten dollar water, but told them to drink from the fountain. Felix sat in the stall and talked to himself but didn't do anything.

He wiggled through the 4th inning. At the top of the 5th inning J was getting worried. 

"He's going to miss it unless we take him now."
"He's going to miss it if you DO take him now. He'll just sit there and won't do anything."

She took him. Out after out followed in quick succession. He missed it for the second year in a row.

They were back early in the seventh, and he was carrying a ten dollar water. She said it was the only bribe that could get him to make an effort. He ended up drinking maybe four sips of it through the entire rest of the game. 

Owen and Felix each cadged free baseballs from the umpires at the end of the game.

The Red Wings won.

The next night we were back again. We made SURE before we left that everyone had eaten a full, healthy supper, had plenty to drink, and had sat on the potty. 

We weren't behind home plate, and Owen and Felix were concerned that they might not get any free baseballs tonight. I explained that most fans don't get a free ball every time they go to the game. Felix still wanted more free stuff.

We sat and talked with orchestra colleagues through the first few innings, and then decided to make our way down to the premium seats we'd been in the previous night to say hello and thank-you to our friends.

I asked the boys if anyone needed the bathroom on the way down. James and Owen both did. Felix said he was absolutely fine and didn't need to go at all.

We found our friends in the sixth inning and they invited us to stay next to them--there was plenty of empty seating in and around their row. Owen and Felix took up positions to intercept the umps on the way out of the park for more free balls. Felix found Spikes again and got his hat signed. 

With Buffalo leading the game and the up to bat at the top of the ninth I looked at Felix. He had been getting wigglier and wigglier...

"Felix, you need to go to the bathroom."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I'm fine." <trembling uncontrollably>
"Felix, I need to go to work in a minute. And I need to leave you here. You won't be able to go to the bathroom once I'm gone."
"I don't need to go." <practically bouncing on his seat>
"Felix....what bribe will it take to get you to the bathroom."
"Well...I think that Big George needs a new shirt."

Ten minutes later Felix was back in his seat with empty bowels to watch the bottom of the ninth, and I was making my way over to the orchestra stage.

The game ended up going into extra innings, and the Red Wings came back to win. At some point in the 10th the boys just happened to mention how much they'd love to come to a Sunday game at some point so that they could run the bases. Our friends immediately sent me an email with dates on which they'd be happy to offer us their tickets again.

And they got free baseballs from the exiting umps again.

These children are evil geniuses. And Big George likes his new shirt.