Music August 5, 2001 Archives

Here is how it went down. (Thanks to Kim and Bill, our federal narc friend, we now know that things don't happen, they "go down.") The Heron sponsored a chili contest for intermission at the Unity Centre performance of Albert & Gage, an Austin based country-westernish duo. The Heron entered a sophisticated black bean and chicken chili. Eight other local businesses/organizations entered various other chilis. At the last minute, the bank crapped out on their entry. Melissa, a reader of mystery series, hauled out a book by Susan Wittig Albert that is set in Austin and has a chili recipe in it and a female character named Lefty who secretly enters a chili contest for men only. So Melissa enters the recipe as Lefty's Chili Con Carne. You can figure it out from here. Albert and Gage heroically taste each chili at intermission. The Copper Heron doesn't even get an honorable mention, but Lefty takes the day and wins the chili pot that Espo made for the occasion.

I have been neglecting my own documentation and putting a lot of work into UnityMaine.org, maintaining the theater schedule and trying to get local organizaions online. So far, the Barn Raisers, Rotary, and the Garden Club are up. The Lake association is next. Went to its 15th annual meeting yesterday. Election of officers proceeded according to the rule of least vociferous protest. Some guy who recently retired and has a camp here found himself the new president.

At the theater on Friday night The Ambrosia Trio performed pieces by Brahams, Debussey, and Mahler. It was a small turnout and we sat very close. It was one of those rare perfect music moments. They were brilliantly good. The intimacy of the small theater with great sound pleases me each time. Melissa was off doing final preparation for her 30th class reunion (class president is apparently a lifetime appointment), and I joined Vickie and Larry Nees and their neighbors Gus and Ruth for supper and the concert. The driveway into the Nees' camp is about a mile long including a rickety trestle bridge, the crossing of which evokes images of newspaper coverage of crews hauling a little red car out of the lake. Usually we go there by kayak.

 

I bought a tiny cheapo digital camera which doesn't take great pictures, but it is always in my pocket and I can take a hundred shots to get one that is decent and I get them immediately. I think it's paid for itself already. I took these in the garden at the Heron this morning.

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