Another long weekend survived. Some of it was difficult, but we managed to work through. Labor Day was capped off by the event of the season for me, the only live music event (not counting Sportin' Paddy) that I attended all summer, and for good reason - four tickets came to just over $200 - a wee bit more than I like to invest in four hours of fun and frolic, and one of those tickets was for a general admission lawn seat - saved me all of $20, which was quickly spent on stale pretzels and cokes. Even so, it was a phenomenal night. Dominic's opener was surprisingly well received, even before Sting strolled onstage to help out with "Shape of My Heart." Annie Lennox's voice is frozen in time - she sounds as good today as she did when she was half of the Eurythmics, and for many of the attendees, she was the main attraction. They didn't go away disappointed. But for me, the reason de etre' was Sting. And I wasn't disappointed either, even when for a moment or two it seemed the improv jazz was on a collision course - Sting managed to rein it all back in, bring the song to a thunderous conclusion, and leave us all breathless. For most of us, he could have sung "Mary Had a Little Lamb" and we wouldn't have been disappointed. It must be difficult to choose songs for a set when the catalog is as extensive as his, but he managed to please the Police fans as well as those of us who know every word to every song on every album, even his latest. "Fields of Gold" brought tears to my eyes; "A Thousand Years" broke my heart. I was surprised he left out "Stolen Car", but "Whenever I Say Your Name" was unforgettable, even without Mary J Blige. I think I'll probably be blissfully happy for at least a week :)
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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