The nineteenth century house( (and the twentieth century car)Barn. Behind it is a twelve seater outhouse
Such a busy time: a weekend in Warwick and the week capped with a splendid Thanksgiving.
My real estate friend (two places in Florida, two places in Warwick, one place in N.J.) Invited me to his latest acquisitions, a farm and a nearby house. He and I arrived late Friday afternoon at his five acre farm. From city to country in fewer than two hours. Lurking is suburbia. Originally a dairy farm, it consists of a large white clapboard 19th century house and four red barns. Why red?
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. John McCrae, 1872 – 1918
Friday evening was a happening. Remember happening? Wasn’t it first popular about forty years ago? My adventurous friend and I began the evening with an early supper at Molyvos. We made it early because, as you all know, you have to present an id and a vaccination card. Molyvos is an old-fashioned, real restaurant. By old fashioned I mean their waiters are professional, not actors resting. I geared myself up with champagne, hoping we would gain entrance to Angélique Kidjo.
I had thought that I’d bought the Kidjo tickets from the Carnegie Hall box office. Wrong. I bought them from a shadow organization that gathers tickets and then sells them to dopes like me for a substantial increase. I paid $262.37 for two tickets in Row H. That’s the second to last section of the balcony. I was emailed two tickets with the original owner’s name. The original price was $34.00 each ticket. So you understand the champagne. We got in. The Carnegie Hall personnal were professional and pleasant.
Angélique Kidjo and her west African friends and artists created a dynamic evening. She was as wonderful as promised. We were surrounded by very young people who knew all the songs’ lyrics. Carnegie Hall was packed. I loved being there, a few feet away from the ceiling chandelier.
