Sunday, July 05, 2009

I'm a Sap for This Stuff

Just home from the Independence Weekend/Summerfest concert, a perfect ending to the holiday weekend. (Weekend? What weekend? I had a wedding rehearsal Friday afternoon followed by the rehearsal dinner, wrote a sermon Saturday morning, conducted a wedding Saturday afternoon followed by a lovely reception, preached Sunday morning and had a meeting Sunday afternoon.)

I’m a sap for these concerts. As soon as they start up with the Sousa marches I’m snuffling and choking up. Guess I’m a patriot at heart. Thank God it’s easier to be a patriot now than it was during the Long National Nightmare of the past eight years!

This is the 32nd annual Summerfest concert by the Harrisburg Symphony, held on the lawn of the Benjamin Rush campus (yes, that Benjamin Rush) of Dickinson College. Everyone for miles around comes over to the lawn with their picnics, their children, their dogs, beers and babies. Duane and I exchanged solemn vows: I promised him that I would never wear a full-length red white and blue dowdy cotton dress with stars on the bodice and stripes on the skirt, and he promised me he would never wear a similar T-shirt (especially with star-studded suspenders).

It’s a great evening for people-watching, and it’s pretty much impossible to sit anywhere without being within calling distance of someone you know. (Having lived in this town of 18,000 for 12 years, we see familiar faces everywhere we go. I like that.)

We saw a 7th grader from our congregation holding hands with her boyfriend, whom I met for the first time tonight when she came running over to me: “Judy! You wanna meet Joe?” I feel like I already know Joe from all the things she’s written about him on her Facebook page, but it was nice to shake his hand. He is apparently oblivious to the Facebook exposure.

Children ran up and down the little hill on the lawn over and over and over and over and over again, repeatedly. Some kids rolled down rather than running. Dogs cadged food wherever they could find it, and the fireflies graced us with their own languid version of fireworks as the sky darkened. Lovely!


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