This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
13 September 2008
A Wet September Morning in Billings MT
I was invited to stop in at the Alberta Bair Theatre Saturday morning for a Billings Symphony rehearsal in preparation for the concert this evening. I listened to some interesting stuff, sounded 20th century, maybe Charles Ives and/or Igor Stravinsky. I will find out tonight when I check the playbill. It's always fun to see how magic works or is put together.
After that I wandered down a wet Broadway, sampling strawberry and rhubarb pie, the latter instantly taking me back to Grandma's house of my childhood; and trying an egg roll, which turned out to be mostly vegetables but still fairly good. I was surprised by some jelly which I scooped up with a cracker, expecting nothing but sweetness: there was some jalapeño in it, enough to make your tongue smart if you were not expecting it.
Though some discouraging words were heard, that did not prevent this gay lady clown from doing her thing underneath the protection of some downtown building overhangs.
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