Sunday Adventures..

The kids and I moved to our current house in 2001 and I love my neighbors and my neighborhood.  In seven years, I’ve done a lot of running and walking in the surrounding area and we are lucky to have nice walking paths and a couple of local parks near by.  One of the reasons I love Frederick is because it has not been completely overrun with construction. Even though my neighborhood is fairly close to downtown, i have a huge piece of farmland about half a mile from my front door. I’ve stopped at the edge of it many times, always happy to see the Cornfields, the cows and the expanse of land untouched by new home construction. A few times during full moons, i’ve ventured to the edge of the land to look at the moon because it’s so much clearer without all the streetlights. However, I’ve never gone any further than that.. until today, that is. On an evening excursion, I decided to start walking along the freshly mowed cornfields just to see where I would end up.  Initially, I was nervous and reciting  what I would say to the farmer if he happened to catch me tresspassing on his land. After a few minutes, I relaxed and started looking around. Soon, I left behind all the houses and noises of my developement and I started hearing the birds and the wind instead. Before too long, it was just me, the seeminly endless cornfields on the right and  eventually the Monocacy River on my left.  Feeling the cornstalks crunch under my feet reminded me of late summers in Italy, playing in the cornfields with my cousins until the sun set. Being close to the water and smelling freshly tilled earth was just glorious.  Amazingly enough, I’d only left my house 20 minutes before yet suddenly, I was in a totally different world. The river is very low, it hasn’t rained in weeks. Leaves were gently falling from the trees, creating a dense layer on the surface of the water. The sun was setting and I was watching the rays peeking through the trees when I saw a family of foxes slowly making their way across the field and coming straight towards me. Foxes! Less than a half mile from my house and in seven years of living here, I’d never taken this walk.  I sometimes feel that the daily grind of life has done a number on my sense of wonder.  I am overstimulated and somewhat jaded …but those foxes had me smiling from ear to ear.  I kept walking for quite a while, birds, rabbits and badgers scurrying away but not too fast– it didn’t seem like they were overly concerned with my presence.  Heading back into the general direction of my neighborhood, I discovered a paved walking trail, snaking along the river and taking me almost all the way to the back of my developement.  All the walking I’d done and i didn’t even know that path existed. What a perfect Sunday afternoon surprise.

Saturday Night with Old Crow Medicine Show

Those of you who know me are well aware of my love for Music and going to a concert is truly on of the best things in the world.  I’ve been to quite a few concerts, famous  musicians and  ones that only few people know about.  I  can say without much hesitation that Old  Crow Medicine Show is my very favorite live act. If someone had told me that one day I’d become a “bluegrass”fan, I would have been very dubious. My first exposure to bluegrass was through my former father-in-law,  Bob Brown. When i first came to the US and missing  Europe like  crazy, he  decided to surprise me with a road trip to Busch Gardens, which is an amusement park in Virginia. The reason he wanted to take me there is because the theme of the park is called something like “Old World” and the  park is divided into mini-countries.. one being France and  another being Germany.. He  thought that taking  me there  would make me feel right at home.  He’s a kind  man and really meant well but “Mini-Europe” complete with the fake Eiffel Tower just wasn’t the same.. What does this have to do with  Bluegrass, you  ask?  Well. Busch Gardens was  a few hours  from where we  lived and we piled the entire extended family into Bob’s RV and hit the Road. As soon as we pulled out of the Driveway, he turned the radio on and  for  4 hours, I was subjected to a “Seldom Scene” cassette which he played  over  and over again. I  was begging for relief but he told me I  couldn’t become a real American unless I learned  how to appreciate Bluegrass..

So, now that you’ve  heard this story, you  can see why it’s rather surprising that I ended up in love with a Bluegrass Band!  Last  nights show was at the 9:30 Club and I went with a group of friends, including my musical soul mate, Susan and my good friend Matt who is also  a musician.  Also along for the  fun were  Vida, my favorite Irish-Puerto Rican, her better half  Jackie, Leigh and Pat, who came for the  weekend  from Delaware.  The show was amazing and although I’ve seen the boys many times, they still blow me  away every time. We got to the club early and ended up in the front row which made the experience even more amazing. The club was sold out, the crowd was boisterous and the band didn’t disappoint. For anyone who is interested in learning more about Old Crow, here is a link to the website and a recent interview with Ketch Secor, the fiddler and chief charmer of the band.