I give this talk hereabouts concerning the George Washington we didn’t learn about in school and last Thursday I presented it at the Brookside Museum in Ballston Spa, NY, in an event that sold-out in 36 hours. Despite the soaring brilliance of my presentation, my lecture wasn’t the highlight. That encomium went to the Saratoga Springs High School Fiddle Club which played 18th Century tunes in keeping with the theme of the evening. Volunteers in period costumes served crusty bread, thick stew and cider by candlelight and the kids’ wonderful music set the mood. They were hugely professional and accomplished; the effect they created was charming.
Last night, as Leesa and I dined in a local eatery, a woman approached to say how very much she enjoyed the talk, how much she’d learned and so forth. She was generous in her comments.
Being on my second martini, I thanked her profusely, but added I wish her husband hadn’t heckled me with “54-40 or Fight!”, “Tippy Canoe and Tyler Too!” and “Who But Hoover!” through the whole entire speech.
Hilarity ensued.
...well it ain't the clam chowder and marching society but what a treat it must have been to listen to the fiddlers while dining. Now I'm in the mood for thick stew and crusty bread...
I can’t stop laughing.