On Saturday, the twenty-third, we had an extra choir rehearsal at Market Square Church with another singing group. We are singing Duruflé's "Requiem" next Saturday night at the church. There will be a 15-piece orchestra, harp, organ, and soloists, along with nearly 40 singers. After the rehearsal, I stopped at the Broad Street Market and then drove through my old uptown neighborhood on my way home.
On Sunday, the twenty-fourth, we went to church just in time for a fire drill conducted by the Harrisburg Fire Department. The drill was successful as everyone was evacuated quickly. Some glitches in the alarm system were found and corrected.
While the drill interrupted the choir's rehearsal time, we turned in our usual splendid performance. What?? I'm just saying.
In the afternoon the Box took me over to Camp Hill United Methodist Church to hear a recital on a newly-restored and enlarged organ. The recitalist was Eric Riley, organist at Market Square. It was a very fine recital, followed by the best post-recital reception ever staged in a Protestant church -- on the West Shore, I should say.
I understood the furtive whispering between Rachel and Jack when a lovely cake with a candle arrived. I guess they don't allow 64 candles due to the fire code.
On Thursday, the twenty-eighth, we took Susanne to the Harrisburg International Airport, where she departed for Winston-Salem to visit her sister for the weekend.
On Friday, the twenty-ninth, I met an old PennDOT crony for brunch at the Broad Street Market. Afterwards, I walked around taking some pictures. Then I drove a bit north to my barber's, where I picked up the much-needed goop that holds my mane in place. The Box waited patiently in the loading zone across the street.
Later in the afternoon, I ran to the grocery store for some convenience food, passing a gorgeous red-leafed tree and a tornado in the spot where the shopping center sidewalk makes a 90 degree turn. [Turn off the sound so you are not annoyed by the talk show host]. I have always marveled at the collection of leaves and trash that accumulate there. The building's shape must cause this phenomenon.
The people are very friendly and they give you soda, coffee, donuts, and sandwiches! Unfortunately, they would not let me keep the new cell phone they bought to add calling capacity.
Oh, this reminds me to tell everyone reading this to go to the polls this coming Tuesday and vote for your favorite candidates.
On the way to the Market, I drove down
Dubbs Alley, behind Briggs Street. It must
be the most narrow street in town!
At the market you can see a diverse
crowd of people enjoying themselves.
This is Channels Food Rescue, where they collect
prepared but unserved food from restaurants,
caterers, etc. for distribution to the needy.
This building is on North Sixth Street near the
I liked the table in the front of Camp Hill
United Methodist Church.
Eric Riley, organist
Jack and Rachel with the Walnut Street Bridge
in the background.
Susanne had the window seat.
I had chicken parmesan with garlic bread.
The others had seafood mac and cheese.
Whoopie pies are getting more complex all the time!
These colorful cabbages caught my eye at the market.
Why, there's the Box now, waiting
for a parking ticket.
A beautiful work of nature.
The tools of the volunteer phone-call maker.
DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!