Come From Away


Wild night! Yellow thunderstorm boxes turned to red tornado boxes. The first one passed north of us, but a second one soon appeared over us. The Cards punted and postponed their game until today. It all worked out well though. We suffered no storm damage and sheltered in place at the Fox. Come From Away was the musical that we had come to see. This one act show tells the story of a small town in Newfoundland that unexpectedly hosted 7,000 visitors, when their 38 planes were diverted there in the wake of 9/11.

Unfortunately, it was very difficult to understand many of the lyrics and I don’t think that any Newfie accents were the cause. I suspect poor sound arranging. The Fox is a big house and filling it led to more noise than music. The parts that could be heard were interesting. I just wish that more of it could have been.

Anyway, the hockey team clinched their Stanley Cup playoff berth. Go Blues!


Tobacco Curing Barn

One of our last stops along the Natchez Trace was this period tobacco barn. In it tobacco bandeliers were hung from the rafters to cure and dry. Although, website photos show it decked out with bundles of tobacco, there was only one still hanging when we were there. Anne posed her suspicion that kids might have stolen the rest, but I think that that is just the teacher in her blowing smoke.

I had a dentist appointment this morning, which meant that I had to drive out to far west county, or just east of Kansas City. On the highway out, I was treated to a spectacle. Rolling Thunder the Vietnam veterans motorcycle organization was passing through town, eastbound, heading towards our nation’s capitol and their Memorial Day appointment there this weekend. The police were treating them like a presidential motorcade. They had stopped traffic on all of the highway entrance ramps. The front of this parade was a phalanx of motorcycle cops, with lights flashing and sirens whirling. Their V-formation was similar to that used by Canada geese. Behind this tip were hundreds, nay thousands of other motorcyclists riding in a loose continuous stream that filled all three lanes and ran on for eight miles. At the very end was another bunch of motorcycle cops and three MODOT trucks, each sporting a large LED sign that I read in my rearview mirror, “Do Not Pass”. Saint Louis really does love its parades.

I enjoyed seeing the motorcycle version of Rolling Thunder. I’m not so sure how much I will like mother nature’s tonight. The weather system that has been roiling Texas and Oklahoma is scheduled to hit town tonight. The Blues hockey team is playing in town and they hope to clinch a Stanley Cup playoff berth for the first time in fifty years. Plus, the Cardinals are also playing in town tonight. We have dinner and a show at the Fox tonight, so it could all prove interesting.

A Delightful Afternoon


It was a dark and stormy Saturday night, but thankfully there was no severe weather. We got out on Sunday and went to the gardens. The day’s strong wind totally alleviated its also high humidity. At just after noon, we got there early enough to snag a spot in the lot. It was still crowded as we dove into the green. It’s past mid-May and I had expected that things would have progressed further than they had. Parts of the garden were a riot of color, with flowers blossoming everywhere, while other parts were only fallow beds, still awaiting spring. The rose garden was blooming well, while only a few of the water lilies had been set out. Although, most of the Chihuly bulbs were. The irises were in full riot, when we detected the telltale plip-plop of rain.

With its increasing tempo, we first decided to retreat to the relatively lower humidity of the tropical Climatron, but the steady drumbeat only increased and we fled to the nearer café in the old Shaw entrance pavilion, just in the nick of time. It poured, but inside we stayed dry. Looking across the reflecting pools to the Climatron, I snapped a picture, capturing what 15% chance of rain looks like, when you roll snake-eyes. It was only a pass over and was almost gone before Anne could get the coffee that she had ordered. Striking out, the irises were even more beautiful now, being flecked with rain drops.

We ended up doing the full Monty and spending over three hours. We found a new to us feature, a series of tilting steel squares that are somewhat reminiscent of the high-trestle trail bridge in Madrid, Iowa. Ours is wired for sound and I suspect is lit too. The Garden seems more intent on exploring the dark side.

We toured the boxwood, home, Japanese and Bavarian gardens. Anne had some quarters, with which I purchased fish food for the carp. The price has gone up to 50¢, but they give you more too. Unfortunately, this excess was totally wasted on the fish who were already fully satiated. On the way out, when my camera’s battery light had begun to flicker, we did the Mediterranean house and then the Climatron. In the Climatron there were several new flowers that we hadn’t seen before. I guess that we seldom do these houses in the springtime. Overall, it was a rather successful photo safari, as readers will get to see in the week to come.