Category Archives: In Rochester

The Best Laid Plans

Another way of saying that is “Man Plans, G-d Laughs” or “On to Plan C?” Originally we planned to leave on October 10. Then the car was creased in a parking lot while we were enjoying a meal. That pushed us back to the 11th, still doable. Then Carol’s doctor wanted one more test, now scheduled for the 13th, so we planned on departing on the 14th or 15th. Just spoke to the collision shop and the new bumper has not come in. Once they get it they need two days, the earliest would be Friday the 14th, the earliest we can leave would be the 15th which would get us to C’ville just in time for my 80th birthday on the 17th. I’m not betting on it. I’m pretty sure we will be there for Carol’s on Nov 2. I really want to get out of Rochester before any hard freezes so I don’t have to winterize the coach.

We have plenty to do here so boredom won’t be an issue. We have been moving stuff into the coach the past couple of days. I just hope we don’t need any of it in the coming week. 

Rohma and Josh have spent time with us each weekend and it has been a delight. This past Saturday they prepared dinner in advance of going to the RPO for a wonderful concert together. See Carol’s FaceBook post for more details. https://www.facebook.com/anncarol.goldberg

I’m keeping up with my responsibilities at Jojoba Hills by email and zoom and the occasional phone call.. Its fun being 3 hours ahead of everyone until they start replying late into the evening their time. I never get to see those messages until the morning. I must admit I am really impatient to see the redone Friendship Hall Annex and our site, not to mention  our friends, but it will all have to wait until we can leave here.

Looking Back; Looking Ahead

As I sat in our usual seats in the sanctuary at Temple B’rith Kodesh I knew many people were missing. Many have died with the passage of years. Many have moved on, especially the children of our friends who filled the space in their teens and early 20’s. We used to arrive early to be sure of the aisle seats four rows back on the right aisle.  We needed most of the row starting with my parents then us and our children followed by aunts and cousins. 20 years ago I moved to the aisle seat after my Dad’s passing.  Today there was one other couple sitting in that row with us and three or four other couples from “those days” in the section, none of us under 70.

Although I was not directly thinking about the changing demographics of our community or the impact of covid on attendance, it was apparent. I remember a time when we had four generations in our family called to the bimah, from my mother to our grandson. Our children and grandchildren have moved away or to other times of their lives and we are left as the remnant of family continuing a membership that dates back to 1948. We will certainly be the last to maintain that string. 

In a moment of foolishness I have agreed to read from the Torah for tomorrow’s service. It is daunting since I have not undertaken this honor since Corey’s bar mitzvah seven years ago. I consider it practice for my own “second bar mitzvah” which I intend to celebrate on my 83rd birthday, 3 years from now. Life expectancy according to a passage I cannot cite is 3 score years and 10 or by reason of strength 4 score years. 

We are looking forward to a better year than last for the world and for us. In the short term we look forward to driving to Hamilton ON to visit Carol’s Aunt Dorothy, the baby of her generation at only 99, before making preparations to drive across the country in GeeWhiz leaving in the second week of October. I look forward to resuming my in person treasury responsibilities and exploring new friendships in Jojoba Hills SKP Resort as well as renewing longer term friendships which have been limited to social media and zoom calls since May. 

It is harder to look beyond a year as we used to. We are more aware of the passage of time and the state of our own health as we make plans. The world seems a more risky place to venture, between extreme weather events and extreme political events. Carol and I have noted that often places we have visited recently have become powder kegs within a year after our departure The most recent example being Ethiopia. I have often said I would not let threats of terrorism determine my travel plans. I will let acts of terrorism and war deter me from visiting.  We have no current plans but we are considering some small ship adventures in areas that are somewhat remote to the ongoing active fighting and massive storms. 

I am hopeful about the future of our grandsons as they pursue education and careers and maybe someday even present us with a great grandchild- no pressure – careers first. 

Now I must review Bereshit in preparation for tomorrow and go blow shofar one more time!

This and That

I may have a rant or two coming in this or future posts, but if I don’t start writing I may have a hard time getting started again until we are on the road with road stories to tell. We do plan to be heading out in GeeWhiz on or about October 11. Why so specific? Well a couple of weeks ago a clod in a white Jeep Gladiator pulled out of the parking space next to our Jeep and didn’t quite make it out without clipping the left front corner. I’m quite sure he meant well, but he never left any information like his name or license number, just some white paint and a bent bumper. I am told that the car will be ready on October 10. In the meantime we are driving around with various bits displaced from there normal locations until October 3. No rant here, just normal incivility in today’s society.

Fringe Festival is on in Rochester this week and next. For those who immerse in it, it is longer and more varied than Jazz Fest. Carol tells me we are attending a smattering of Fringe events. I expect that will give me more to write about after we have attended.

We actually went to a movie, in a theater! We saw Top Gun: Maverick in a nearly empty theater with the cushiest theater seating I can remember experiencing at a Tinseltown. In short, we enjoyed the experience and the movie and especially the ice cream at Hedonist on the way home. Good treats of all kinds. I didn’t get popcorn for the movie, the line was too long and slow 🙁 

We are planning a day trip to Canada with a stop at the border to update our Nexus Cards on September 28.  We will visit family, especially Aunt Dorothy who turned 99 this summer. Great genes! 

In the midst of all this the High Holydays are approaching more quickly than expected as usual. I have a couple of assignments that I need to prepare for. More on that after the fact. 

A Rant: I probably spend more time than is healthy on social media. RVillage.com is devoted to RVers. A member asked what the problem is with the South entrance to an Elks Lodge. A variety of respondents said “Use the North Entrance” The questioner said, “but what’s the problem with the South entrance”. The responses replied just use the North entrance it is easier. One even posted a Google Earth image of the lot showing the two entrances. The questioner was not satisfied. I wanted to respond. “The South entrance has alligators and deep ditches” but refrained from such snark. I didn’t even post “You have been told that the correct entrance is the North, if you must try the South go ahead and expect to pay for damage to your coach and the grounds”. When we are going someplace in the motorhome and have directions from another RVer we don’t go looking for alternatives just because we want to know. 

The New Mural

As promised a picture of the new mural on 114 Saint Paul St – opposite our lining room window at 80 Saint Paul St This was taken from the parking lot to avoid shooting through 19th century glass and 20th century plexiglass. 

Image of new mural from 80 St Paul

The artist Conor Harrington is Irish, currently living in London. He strongly opposes authoritarian government. You will note that the faces are “defaced” It was interesting because in his “cartoon” they were clearly delineated so he could actively deface them. 

This is an interesting and colorful image to have out our window and we have moved our seating so instead of having our backs to the mural while eating breakfast we will look out on the wall. 

In other news, there isn’t much. Josh and Rohma called to come over for a nightcap on Wednesday and  we had a lovely chat while enjoying Josh’s concoction of  Margaritas. I did sleep well. Carol finally got to go to Eastman Sings and join in the chorale performance of Mozart’s Requiem, these  sings have been a regular event for many years, before covid, and she always enjoys the chance to sing out. I have been solving Wordle most mornings just to wake up the brain. There has been one Bridge  and may be another this week before we leave for Iceland.

I should be able to blog from Iceland as we are promised WiFi in every hotel. We fly out of Rochester on Saturday morning and hope to arrive in Iceland early Sunday morning. We’ve been reading books about Iceland and watched at least one movie about surfing there, it had my teeth chattering. 

While we were in Griffis Sculpture Park as I mentioned Josh made a couple of flights with his drone. That blurry red device is the drone having just passed through the opening in the sculpture. Nice flying, Josh

Changes and Activities

When we moved into the apartment, 10 years ago, we bought a Lounge chair for Carol, I kept my Eames Chair, that is modern and rather sleek. However the recliner portion is manual and requires a locking knob to stay in place. It became uncomfortable for Carol as significant effort was required and I became the adjuster and “locker”.  She has been hounding me all summer about getting something more suitable. We went to Ruby Gordon’s a store where we had bought many items in the past and had assumed that like so many other stores that it had been swallowed up by some corporate monolith. The sign says Family Owned since 1937. And on asking the current owner is the son of our former friend, Ray, and grandson of my parents friends, the Ruby’s. We found the chair that suited Carol and it is now setup next to me. As a powered recliner it is not the sleek small modern chair that fits with our décor, but it isn’t ugly and it is comfortable. 

We were concerned about what to do with old chair and asked Josh if he and Rohma had any interest in it. Yesterday we picked them up and drove to Griffis Sculpture Park about an hour south of Buffalo. We had been talking about this trip all summer. We have not been to the park in at least a decade. It hasn’t changed. Well some idiots with spray cans have left their mark in several places. I cannot imagine what motivates this kind of behavior. We did find a couple of locations without too many people where Josh could fly his drone and record the park from the air. When he edits and posts the videos I will post them here. 

We had agreed to dinner out with them and decided to return to Rochester since there was time. Rather than return by the Thruway we chose an alternate route. Those who know me will not be surprised. We ran expressways through Buffalo to Pembroke where we left the toll road for NY 5 for a slower roll through towns like Pembroke, Batavia, Caledonia and Avon just to see some different scenery. While we were rolling, Carol called the Cub Room to book a table for dinner. We dropped off Rohma and Josh and returned to the apartment to clean up from the day’s hiking. We met back at the restaurant where we had lovely meals. Then Josh treated us to ice cream at Hedonist, a short walk from the restaurant. To cap off the day we returned to the apartment and loaded the chair into the Jeep for the short trip to Rohma and Josh’s place where, as Josh started toward the front door, we exchanged farewells and drove home to get some sleep.

Meanwhile, out our north facing window big changes are happening. A small crew spent several days prepping the wall for the new mural to come.

 While we were traveling the artist put up the cartoon of the mural and began filling in the black space.

I will post the finished mural in a few days. I do hope it has some color as promised.

 

Out of the Cage

After 8 days, or a life time, we both were clear of Covid – whatever variant and ready for some fun. We started with dinner at Bar Bantam before proceeding to GEVA for Sister Act. Dinner was with Victor and Joyce Poleshuck and Neil and Sandy Frankel. We had not been to the restaurant in at least 4 years and expectations were limited. Seating was fine. The menu is limited but we all found items to please us. I had Tuna over Black Rice which was done to perfection and and Carol found  lovely lettuce wraps to satisfy her. 

We headed out the door for the short walk to GEVA with Joyce and Victor. We could not remember going to a play there in several years. Sister Act is a fun musical and I would recommend the GEVA performance to anyone. Production was really good, Acting and staging were also very good. This is not intended as a review!

We have been taking some time in the apartment to continue our recovery of strength. Sunday was a magnificent day with temperatures in the mid to high 80’s and The Corn Hill Festival was on. Corn Hill is a section Southwest of downtown (barely) that once was the 3rd Ward better known as the Blue Stocking District. It was once entirely lovely Victorian home and later became more inner city and in the last couple of decades has become a vibrant mixed community less than a mile from our apartment. All the streets of the district are given over to vendors of all sorts for the two day event. There are 4 music stages and in the past there have been many street buskers. 

We walked back along the banks of the Genesee River which borders the area and were please to see the fine work restoring the river wall and even including a special launch location for wheelchair bound individuals to board a canoe or kayak.

If anyone really wants to read the instructions, let me know and I will send the closeup along.

It is indeed Festival Season and the Rochester Jewish Film Festival is on, 21 films in 7 days. We went to ONE today, not sure how many more we will get to. We saw The Automat which is a documentary about the famed Horn & Hardart Automats. Mel Brooks provides introduction and some narration along the way. It is both fascinating and hilarious. Ruth Bader Ginsberg also has an important role as do many other familiar characters.

It has finally starting to rain as promised. We will stay in for the evening and get on with other plans tomorrow.

A Caged Lion

Since the day after Jazz Fest we have not left the apartment for more than a few minutes. Tuesday Carol tested positive for Covid and I tested positive on Friday.  If we had the energy, we would be shredding the apartment from frustration. At least we are stuck in 1470 square feet instead of 400 as on the motorhome. The size of the cage really is a matter of indifference. Neither of us is moving around much except from the living room to the bedroom with stops in the bathrooms as we go by. 

We are supposed to go to a wedding reception  that is really a one year anniversary of the marriage. Won’t be there. No one wants our bugs and we don’t have the stamina to walk from the car to the event.  We have plans for next Thursday. There is a possibility we will be able to attend. Not taking any bets on that. 

Carol has been making dinner each night and has kept up the housekeeping in her moments of energy.

No Paxlovid in this house. Carol can’t take it because she weighs too little. My doctor thinks the side effects may be worse than the disease in its current form.  I have trusted this doctor with my medical care for over 20 years, I’m not about to go against his recommendation.  

Our neighbors were noisy this morning, they must have gone out. The wall between our units is quite thin. Every now and then I think they may be coming through.  They seem to converse loudly. Fortunately it doesn’t disturb us particularly, although I must admit to being spoiled by the soundproof double walls in the East Ave Townhouse. Nothing can be heard in the bedroom and our quiet neighbors on that side are away for the summer in any event. Ah apartment living. A spacious cage with no escape until the virus lets us go.

In a few minutes I will get up the energy to prowl from the living room to the bedroom and back just to say I have moved. The actual distance from the end wall to the far end of the bedroom is 70 feet. I need to do that a lot of times to equal one night of Jazz Fest.

I just completed the round trip. Not totally exhausting, but I noticed it.

Jazz Fest Day 9 – The End

It is Sunday morning and the sounds of the Festival are still ringing in my ears. There was the music in the venues, the music in the free events and there was the crowd noise blended with all of the above. The noisescape shifted as we moved from venue to venue and paused in the midst of it to have a meal or to converse with friends and acquaintances – mostly shouting over the noise or waiting for a break between numbers. 

Last night we only went to two performances, not counting a couple of free stage events on Jazz Street. We joined the mob in Kilbourn Hall to hear Kurt Elling “Super Blue” with Charlie Hunter. This started slowly with some wonderful scat and morphed and grew to a some fine music and interesting sounds, especially when Elling started cupping the microphone with his hand and generating feedback tones which he was able to control for pitch. He ran over a bit and no one seemed to mind.

We decided to get some food and then take our time going to the Theater at innovation Square for Drum Battle: Justin Faulkner vs Joe Farnsworth. This also included Mike Ledonne on piano, a bass player and two trumpet players. The drummers were front and center with the side men providing some great music to support the drums. The “Battle” seemed to be mostly good natured kidding and trading riffs. They built to a climax as time was running out and finished strong just as the hour was up. 

To a standing ovation the lights came up and Faulkner went back to his kit and suggested we give him 5 minutes more. Farnsworth returned to his kit and doffed his suitcoat. They got into it, trading riffs and trying to outdo each other with unique approaches to the drums. At one point Faulkner was shouting into the head of the snare drum and Farnsworth stood drum stick vertically on the drum head and got it vibrating by sliding his hand down the shaft. This duel continued for twenty minutes and the audience was on the edge of its seats through out. 

Carol and I were tired from nine nights and realized that there was no better way to end the 2022 19th Festival then on those drums. We went home.

We attended some or all of 34 performances over the nine nights. This is a low count compared to prior years, but we are older and get tired earlier. We also attended 4 or 5 free stage performances. We were on the Street from 4 to 11, about 7 hours, each night. Of the 38 performances we attended (including the free stage) I think there were 2 or 3 that we didn’t care for at all and maybe another 4 that didn’t hold our attention for the full hour.  That brings to about 30 performances that were engaging and interesting enough to hold us in our seats for most of the hour. This was a GREAT Jazz Festival. We had pined for it for two years and are delighted to have been able to attend this year.

Plans? What Plans? We have none for today other than opening a Family Zoom. There is a calendar full of stuff for the coming weeks, but none of it is Jazz for the moment.

Jazz Fest Day 8

last night was a night of fewer concerts and more straight Jazz. We were starting with Mike Ledonne Trio at Max. After we picked up our timed entry wrist bands we had just over an hour to wait before returning to the line to wait for the doors to open. The timed entry groups are large enough that if we want our preferred seating we need to get back in line before the doors open. While waiting we drifted over to the Jazz Free Stage that opens each evening with sets by local high school Jazz groups. As we found our seats the Harley School Jazz Band was on stage with a particularly precocious trumpeter/singer at the front. She is Amalia Nugent, daughter of John Nugent, producer of the Festival. Next up was Gates Chili High School Jazz Band with massive forces of saxophones, trumpets, and trombones. We couldn’t count high enough, maybe 30 musicians on the stage. They were wonderful and set us up for the evening. 

Ledonne is old school straight ahead keyboard player. He left his Hammond B-3 home and worked with his bassist who he has a long working relationship with and drummer with whom it was is first time out to provide over an hour of fine Jazz. Before the performance we found ourselves at a table with Don Ver Ploeg. Don has been an accredited photographer with the Jazz Fest from its beginning and we have known him for many years even before the Festival. He tole us he had a picture of us taken early in the festival and wanted to send it. I can’t wait. 

Ledonne ran over and rather than run to The Temple for John Locke which would have less than 30 minutes left if we ran (an unlikely happening) we walked over to  Glory House for Jonathan Kreisberg Trio Featuring Eric Harland and Rick Rosato. This trio kept us entranced with yet more straight Jazz. This time with a guitar lead. they also ran over their allotted hour and we did not complain. With no immediate plan except dinner, Carol suggested we head for the apartment to avoid yet another night of street food. We were in the apartement for about 45 minutes before we headed back out to the Hyatt for Bobby Rush. Bobby is an 88 year old Black blues player with guitar, harmonica and story telling songs. After a few minutes on stage with his guitar and a brief biography starting in the Deep South in the 30’s he picked up a harmonica and and a portable microphone and came down into the audience where he told stories mixed with harmonica and singing backed by a guitar from the stage. Much of his story telling was blue as well as blues. We were enthralled and really enjoyed this performance, which also ran over. 

We stopped by the Jam Session for a while, ,but didn’t stay around long enough for any of the performers to take the stage. They seldom appear before midnight. 

I am not posting a plan for tonight as we don’t have one yet and we are headed out to the Public Market for breakfast and shopping. Maybe I’ll amend this later when I do have a plan.

Jazz Fest Day 7

Ignore my posted Plan for last night. Carol and I revised the plan almost as soon as I hit Publish. Then we actually followed the revised plan to the end!

We started at with Itamar Borochov Quartet at the Wilder Room. We hadn’t been there yet this year. It is moderate sized room on the 2nd floor of the former Rochester Club (so former that most  people are not even aware of it). They acknowledge that their AC has only two positions, OFF and Arctic. It was a warm day so Arctic it was. We didn’t think we were too early, arriving at a bit after 5 for a 5:30 door opening only to find we were first in line! Borochov is from Jaffa, Israel and grew up with the music of the area. This carries over into his compositions, but does not dominate. We enjoyed the set immensely and were grateful to warm up on our way to the Temple where Tuck and Patti were performing. It is just the two and they have been married for 37 years and playing together for even longer. The lyrics were playful and her scat was delightful. His guitar playing is superb and I could have listened a lot longer but we needed to get some food before heading to Theater at Innovation Square for Lioness. This is an all female sextet. Three saxophones, Alto, Tenor and Baritone plus guitar, drums and bass. They were enjoyable and the music, composed by members of the group, was good. They were not quite as tight as expected, but this group has not been playing together for very long.

We decided to go to Montage for Big Lazy, BIG MISTAKE! They may have been fine but the sound levels were at 12. Carol took her hearing aids out and I muted mine. It didn’t help. I never opened the sound meter on my phone, but it must have been pushing 110 DB – normal performance in most halls runs around 80 at the high end. We left.

The logical stop was Max for John Baily Sextet where we found seats down front and several friends at adjoining tables. What a relief. Solid Jazz played at reasonable sound levels to wrap the last 30 minutes of the day. With 5 concerts for the night we headed right home without stopping at the Jam at Hyatt. It was almost midnight when we opened the door to the apartment.

Tonight’s plan is not well researched but we will start with it. We will open with Mike Ledonne Trio at Max at 6:15. Then we will move on to John Locke Group at the Temple Theater at 7:00. We show Jonathan Kreisberg  Trio at Glory House (not likely unless Ledonne is not interesting). Dinner and then Bobby Rush at Hyatt at 9:45. We are avoiding the steel drum group at Montage, combining steel drums with a sound man who likes it LOUD in that room is just too much. 

OMG only one more night after this.