With the sounds of flute jazz ringing in our ears and the noise of the final jam session overpowering us. We set out to rebuild our social life without the Festival. Sunday was to be a down day, but Carol set off to do two sessions for Reachout Radio, part of WXXI that narrow casts to sight impaired people with special radios. Carol reads from the local newspapers for a 30 minute segment.

We really did not do much of anything else. That was to be the last dinner home for the week until Friday night. We got together with our grandson and several friends for various dinners. Ending at Mortons on the 4th of July, just a few steps from our apartment and just as close to the  Main Street Bridge for the fireworks. The Gracis came to our apartment before dinner and we didn’t part until the end of the fireworks. 

Carol was busy with the entertainment calendar and we went to the Little on Saturday to see “Echo in the Canyon” a documentary about the California music scene in the late ’60s centered on Laurel Canyon. The reviews range from 10 to 1. I would give it a solid 8. Yes they didn’t cover everyone, even Bob Dylan was absent even though his son was the Executive Producer and lead performer from the current era. Others were missing, but there were so many present that it was really overwhelming. It was great just to hear the music from that time as we were starting our family.

Sunday we look a long ride to Bristol Valley Playhouse in Naples NY. Well for RVers an hour is barely getting started, but some would call it long. We saw “Becoming Dr Ruth” a one woman show covering much of the life of Dr Ruth as she is packing up her apartment following her husband Fred’s death. There was much laughter and many tears. Good theater in a nice venue.

I have been mostly noodling on the computer, trying to remember to do my exercises for my lower back, and doing whatever Carol wants me to do. That is not a negative. It seems we both are so in tune that if she wants to something, so do I and the other way around. We were rummaging in our storage locker and pulled out a small box of pictures. In it was a small collection of photos from my father’s service in England in World War II. He never made it past Birmingham where he was a medic in a hospital laboratory. There also was a brochure that the  United Jewish Welfare Fund (as it was known then) had published to kick off the campaign.  Dad, was the Chairman (or was it President) of the campaign and his picture, with pipe, is featured.

In all of the pictures in the collection, save one, the pipe is present. All of the leaders featured in the brochure are long gone, but hardly forgotten. I would be glad to scan and post a link to the other 11 pages if there is any interest. 

Just had a call from the Muellers from Jojoba Hills that they are are on Lake Road west of here and should be in town within the hour.