This evening, Nathan Parker and I went to the Buffalo Hill Village campground in Varysburg, New York for a massive fireworks show and the Lee Greenwood concert. This might sound bizarre to someone reading this in the future, but country shows like this were all the rage in the mid-1990s and having a show like this out in the countryside near where we grew up was a really big deal.
I remember the show quite vividly, I am not writing this article until late 2020. It was a nice evening and a good concert. We had a lot of fun and the fireworks was definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen anywhere even by the time that I am in my mid forties and am writing this. But I was just nineteen when we went to the concert.
It was an outdoor concert at a campground. So we sat on the ground in a huge field, surrounded by woods, on very hilly terrain making a sort of natural amphitheater, although not a very good one. Very appropriate for the kind of concert, though, and for a giant fireworks display.
Written in April, 2014: I was cleaning today and came across my copy of “The Bible Promise Book”. I looked inside of it and found that it was a graduation gift to me given by Elim Gospel Church which I had been attended, sometimes with Art and Danielle.
One week after our last performance at Brick Presbyterian Church we return to play again.
Today was the first official performance of Sonic Brass under that name. We previously performed on July 4th just one month ago at LaGrange Baptist Church for a Independance Day celebration. At that time we decided to organize into an official brass ensemble that would tour churches in the area performing brass music. We kick off our “Tour 1993” by returning to LaGrange Baptist.
Left Littletown, New Hampshire and drove the remaining distance back home to Peoria, New York today. This was to be a momentous day in my personal history, and my parents’ as well, I suppose. This was the final day, of the final vacation that we would ever really take as a family. At least in the traditional sense of me being a child and vacationing with my parents. In a year I would be working all summer and unable to take time off to get away other than to look at colleges and far too busy with social commitments to leave for an extended period of time. And the summer after that I would end up leaving for university in Michigan almost immediately after high school graduation. So this was it, the last hurrah. The final big trip that we would have together in this way.
In total it was 2,682 miles on this trip. The longest that I will have drive and/or ridden on a road trip for more than a decade. (I won’t surpass this in a single trip until my honeymoon in 2004, returning to many of the same locations.)
[Written: 23 Feb 2016]