Eleven years have now passed . . . .
Thursday, from the City Museum.
An almost-exhaustive compendium of
photos of places I’ve lived over my 56 years
I am missing photos of the places I lived during the summers of 1981 and 1982, as I worked in Missouri between college semesters. Summer 1981 was at Southwest Baptist University in the Admissions office; Summer 1982, in Tarkio as a summer missionary.
1986. I am missing a photo of the house I rented in Bolivar while I was Director of Admissions at Southwest Baptist University. The building has subsequently been demolished.
1999. I am missing a photo of my townhouse in Owensboro, Kentucky, where I taught college for one year.
And then I bought my own dream home in November 2008. And I’ve been here ever since, with one dog and then another. I like it here.
Here’s a bonus: my elementary school in Lee’s Summit.
The Magic Chef Mansion is a Saint Louis treasure. And in this summer of local tourism, I finally made a visit on a cloudy Saturday in August.
So the summer travel is set.
- June 5-7, Lee’s Summit to see family
- June 28-July 3, New York City and Philadelphia for research and to reconnect with friends and students
- July 7-10, Lee’s Summit and Des Moines, the latter to see Billy Budd at Des Moines Opera
- August 6-8, Chicago for R&R
I have no big summer trip this year.
But I’m doing two shows this summer at New Line Theatre:
Since I only have two and a half weeks off after one show closes and the other begins rehearsal, I’m packing in trips on my days off.
I go to the office only three days a week during summer months (at least until August, when the pace picks up), so I’m scheduling a lot of local things. I don’t eat out much, but I’m setting my eyes on a half-dozen local restaurants I’ve never visited, and treating myself to some luncheons on days when other events also take me out of the house. Among those:
- photo trip to a covered bridge in Jefferson County
- several guided tours at the Saint Louis Art Museum
- the Route 66 exhibit at the Missouri History Museum
- a couple of distillery tours
- a day down to Ste. Genevieve to see some architecture and visit a couple of wineries
- and antiquing day as far as Fulton so I can make my annual visit to the Churchill Memorial
- the new World War I exhibit at Jefferson Barracks County Park
- the local branch of the Karpeles Manuscript Library for some rare documents
- numerous photo spots in and around Saint Louis
- the Contemporary Art Musuem’s latest exhibit
- the Museum of Transportation
- a chocolate factory tour.
And I’m seeing plenty of shows, with my voice students in
- Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, 9 to 5, and South Pacific at Stages
- The Little Mermaid and Newsies at the Muny
- Muny Kids and Muny Teens cast shows
- a Tennessee Williams play
I’ll catch three operas at Opera Theatre of Saint Louis too.
This will be a fun summer of some deliberate local tourism.
Flags of Valor pays honor and tribute to all American servicemen and women who have fallen in a theater of the war on terror, since 9/11.
Their current installation, on Art Hill in Forest Park, marks the 15th anniversary of 9/11.
Fifteen years today.
This is powerful, powerful stuff.
7,041 flags. More than 7,000 lives lost in a senseless war that is never going to end.
D and I wandered around for a while. I repeatedly choked back tears.
Listen for the sound of the dog tags on the metal flagpoles:
D went a different direction and grabbed these super photos:
And here’s drone video by Keith Hausher:
Bernadette. Bernadette Peters.
For decades, that name has conjured up a picture of Kewpie-doll cuteness, corkscrew-curl hair, fishtail dresses, an eye-catching bosom (indeed!), and that peculiar but persuasive voice.
And last night, for the third time in my life, that conjuring was made real.
I’d seen Bernadette in Broadway in A Little Night Music and in Follies. This is the first of her live cabaret-style shows I’ve witnessed.
Her 90-minute set, heavy on Sondheim and with Rodgers & Hammerstein thrown in for good reason was a nigh-onto-perfect antidote to a rough week at the office.
Bernadette performed in Saint Charles . . . she almost slipped and said Saint Louis at one point early on. The folks at the college where she performed lit the show beautifully, which means that Bernadette’s famous pose — head back, arms thrust to the side — was an especially delicious visual button at the end of a star-turn song. The Steve Schenkman Band, a local pick-up group that included two Webster University professors and three of our adjunct faculty members, played with sass and verve if not always perfectly tightly. Bernadette’s own trio (music director at piano, with bass and drums, the latter being played by Cubby from the Mickey Mouse Club) were spot on.
The Lady herself is still a vision in her mid-60s. The voice is intact and clear, although a bit frayed at the top. But when she summons the pipes, asks the vocal gods for power, and puts on the punch, her ending notes remind us of why she has been one of the great Broadway royals for more years than I care to count. And Bernadette is a master of standing still and letting the face do the work, as she memorably demonstrated in a trio of Sondheim songs, including “No one is alone” and “Losing my mind.”
Her encore (following close on Sondheim’s “Being Alive”) was a self-written song to support her pet cause about pets. The song, a lullaby to her pet dog, reduced me to tears within the first three short phrases.
More about Bernadette and this same show that has performed ’round the country: http://www.post-gazette.com/ae/2009/03/19/Bernadette-Peters-brings-a-lifetime-of-musical-theater-to-an-enchanted-evening-with-the-PSO/stories/200903190476