I always enjoy the River City Brass Band concert and fireworks at Westminster College.
This year was no exception.
It used to be that I sat right in front of the band with my relatives, but walking back up that hill is no longer a choice for my knees.
Since I sit right along the walkway, now it's my neck that bothers me. I keep turning sideways to see who is coming. There was one guy who came up to me to say hello, and to this second, I have no idea who he is. It would be nice if everyone wore name tags.
Then there's the waitress who always has her hair up, and on the concert night, let it down. She looked completely different, and I had to ask how do I know you. Then I felt really stupid when I find out who she was.
Getting home after the concert, with 10,000 other people trying to do the same, is sort of a challenge. I have a system, that gets me out as soon as possible. When the grand finale comes, that's the time to get out of your chair, and head for the car. This year my wife and I went in two separate cars. She had gone to Geneva on the Lake, and I stayed home and painted. After the concert, I was home at 10:05 p.m. She came strolling in at 10:45 p.m. I'm a professional, she's not.
If you ever wonder who is that cold-hearted person who wouldn't let you pull in front of him, that's me. Lucky my wife and I parked in two different locations, or she would have gotten really mad, as I waved to her trying to pull in line in front of me. Then you would have seen some really big fireworks.