I thought one of the horses had gotten out when I caught a flash of movement through one of the front windows this morning. Alas, a young bull moose was passing by! What an amazing sight, and there I was, without my camera. Yorkie-Bernice was in the back yard at the time, and would usually be yapping her brains out. She’s nobody’s fool–unless she has backup (as in, ironically, a peace-loving Sadie) she just puts her tiny paws up on the fence, wags her tail, and watches the proceedings with the kind of interest only a terrier can summon up.
As for my mystery outing on Saturday evening, I was time-traveling–I went back fifty+ years to watch “Buddy: the Buddy Holly Story”, at Spokane Civic Theatre. It was a wonderful experience–for 2 1/2 lively hours, this mostly-Boomer audence was young again, clapping and yelling and swaying in our seats. The whole cast was fantastically talented, and the music was beyond even MY expectations: Brian Gunn’s portrayal of the rock and roll legend was nothing short of amazing. He’s a first class guitar player, for a start, and he handled all those great old songs–“Everyday” and “True Love Ways”, among many others–not only well, but with a Buddy-like poignancy that touched my heart. Jhon Goodwin (the Big Bopper) and Paul Villabrille (Richie Valens) were incredible, especially in the jointly performed number, “La Bamba”. The kicker, though, was “Johnny B. Goode”. WOW. I defy you to stay in your seat when that song cranks up–it was a rave! What a thrill that show was, from start to finish. I’m glad I’m a season-ticket holder, that’s for sure.
The rains came over the weekend, making all those sunny autumn days even more precious. The leaves are so gorgeous–I’m preserving a few for art projects.
It’s all good.
