Unfortunately, Sunday night did not go as planned. Late in the afternoon, and out of no where, Seth developed a nasty fever. Seth kept asking, “But can I go anyway?”
I told my boy we’d wait and see, perhaps the fever would pass quickly. A few minutes later, my wife Anne reported that Seth was sleeping in our bed. It was obvious he would sleep straight into the night.
What to do? I called some friends up and offered them tickets. None could change their plans on such short notice.
With less than two hours to go before the concert started, I reached our baby sitter – who lives across the hallway. (Our horribly noisy neighbors of last year are long gone, thank goodness.) I felt bad for Seth, but happy for Anne and me: DATE!
So we went to the concert and had a great time. And friends of my wife – who she grew up with in Connecticut – were sitting right behind us. What are the odds of that happening?
The Golden Prairie All Stars, a band that had only played together professionally once before, were good enough that my wife may rethink her opinion of Blue Grass.
When Andy Statman came on, though, I thought my once flute-playing wife was going to stand up and scream at the guy. Although Statman is touted for Blue Grass music, his other love is the clarinet, an instrument my wife detests.
There is no question the man is superbly skilled, but both of us were relieved when about halfway through the concert, he switched to mandolin. From there, both of us enjoyed the concert much more. By the way, I didn’t know human fingers could move that fast.
Now it’s a few days later and everyone is sick, including myself even though I’m at work. In a couple weeks, I take the whole family to Trout Fishing in America. Hope everyone is healthy that weekend!
Side note: (I owe a HUGE thanks to the publicist who sent me a Trout Fishing album several months ago.)