Joanie and I [Anne] saw the Alvin Ailey Dance Company, Saturday night. They were, as always, awesome. This photo, swiped from the program, shows the power of the dancers. One of the dances was “Revelations”, their signature piece since 1960. There is some discussion about whether the popularity of this piece prevents other more recent pieces from getting their due, but I’m glad we got the chance to see it again. The Fox Theatre was packed, with people all the way to the highest seats in the balcony. At intermission we saw two little girls in party dresses sharing one of the throne chairs in the hall.  One was black, and one white. So cute, but I didn’t snap their picture, because I didn’t know them.

Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater, recognized by U.S. Congressional resolution as a vital American “Cultural Ambassador to the World,” has performed for over 23 million people in 48 states and in 71 countries on 6 continents, celebrating the African-American cultural experience and the American modern dance tradition. Ailey’s home in New York City is The Joan Weill Center for Dance, the nation’s largest building dedicated to dance.

I in turn went to Trailnet’s annual chili cook-off. Attendance was light compared to past years, but a few members of Team Kaldi’s appeared. Trailnet announced that it will be moving its offices to 10th and Locust, so that it can be part of the new downtown bicycle station being created there. Big Shark Bicycle is also planning to join them with another store located there too. This year’s Bicycle Fun Club calendar was unveiled. There looks to be plenty of new rides, along with some of the old favorites returning. Stew and Nancy were there, so I was able to deliver the latest fruits of Anne’s knitting needles. Anne is seen modeling Nancy’s fingerless mitts. They feature a honeycomb or Pokka-dot pattern. Anne wanted it made known that no yarn was purchased in the making of these mittens. I guess that it just magically appeared?

Sunday afternoon, Anne and I worked in the backyard. Even though the front yard needs some help, I couldn’t muster the gumption to begin there. Besides all of the neighbors were in their backyards and we could speak with them across the fences. It wasn’t as warm on Sunday, as it was on Saturday, but it still felt like Spring. The daffodils are about ready to pop and our neighbor’s crocuses are already in bloom. It has been a hard winter, but it looks like it might be over.