Three Pattersonites were among a choral group of 48 who took a nine-day jaunt to Italy to perform in several historical venues, including a Mass in St. Peter’s Basilica in the Vatican.
Becky Long, Jerri Davidson and Russ Walker were members of Modesto’s Trinity United Presbyterian Church’s Koinonia choir and friends. The choir had held practice sessions under director Zrandall Strope since February in preparation for what was billed as an international choir gathering, although all of those participating were from the United States, including the states of Pennsylvania and Nebraska.
Although some funding for the trip was raised, most of the financial responsibility fell on the vocalists.
“The singing was beautiful,” Long commented last week.
The group toured five cities by bus, including Florence and Venice, where additional concerts were given. One concert was given in the Sistine Chapel with its amazing artistry.
Long is still excited when talking about the concert tour, which was packed with activity.
“I had only three or four hours on my own,” she said.
My good pal Bob “Spokie” Kimball, he of the cycling fame, recently added still another story to his list of two-wheel mishaps. And this one has to take the cake.
Spoke was pedaling a couple of weekends ago on Highway 1 in the Monterey area. Things were going well for the 83-year-old until a seagull smashed into his face, giving Bob an immediate nose job. For your information, the seagull flew away without noticeable damage.
I didn’t see Bob’s schnozzola until 10 days later, and it still looked mean. And I mean mean.
But of course, our Spokie over the years has racked up plenty of stories to tell. He didn’t take up serious cycling until he was 61 (when he should have known better) and has logged more than 56,000 miles in numerous states around the country. And until he comes up with a better story to tell, this one tops ’em all.
My kinda guy
Word has it that 90-year-old Justin A. Traina recently used a drive-thru at a restaurant for the very first time. And he said it will be the last.
My sentiments exactly. I used a drive-thru once, couldn’t read the menu, couldn’t hear the squawky voice and later had no one to complain to about the food. It won’t happen again.
And Allister Allen admits he’s never used a drive-thru. Smart man, that Allister.
A genius said this
Someone, I know not who, said this when talking about Congress:
“You can’t get the water to clear up until you get the hogs out of the creek.”
For the sports fan
I’ve been asked what I would do to improve the Olympic Games.
That’s easy. I would add the sport of croquet. Singles, doubles, and teams of four with men and women tossed into the competition together. That’s only fair.
Because the age requirement for gymnasts is 14 and older, I’d set the minimum age for croquet entrants at 70. And I would not exclude those using crutches, wheelchairs, canes, walkers, heart pacers or prosthetics.
The Olympic croquet competition should be scheduled in the morning for both the participants and the fans. That’s a no-brainer. Afternoon is nap time.
But why croquet? Well, far more people on this planet play croquet than participate in synchronized swimming.
If you liked last week’s paraprosdokian, here’s another.
Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful man is usually another woman.
Ron Swift is editor/publisher emeritus of the Patterson Irrigator. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.