Have I posted this picture before? One of my favorites. We were on a family trip. While others shopped, my grandsons, KRIS WILLIAMS and TYLYER WILLIAMS (as you look at the picture, Kris is on the right) waited on a bench outside. The way we were seated brought to mind the old Japanese pictorial maxim: See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil.
It seems to me that the advice is needed today more than ever.
Kris is now 32, Tyler, 28, two fine young men I’m proud to claim as my grandsons. ROBIN and TIM WILLIAMS, you have done well!Here’s Kris.
And here’s Tyler.
JEFF HARRISON, as I so frequently do, thank you for the pictures!
Yesterday we celebrated the 28th birthday of JOSIE SHUTE. It was the first time that Josie had ever been 28 and the first time that SANDY and I had ever been to Lambert’s Café, Home of Throwed Rolls, in Ozark, Missouri. If you don’t know about Lambert’s, please look it up. I haven’t the space here to describe it all although the name of the place gives you the first clue of a restaurant where chaos is organized and so much food flows that the very air is caloric. The first thing you notice about Lambert’s is the line waiting to get it. The second is that you’re now part of the line.
Our line started with grandsons KRIS and TYLER, three pretty women, SANDY, ROBIN, and JOSIE, son-in-law TIM, and the bewildered one on the end would be me. We were still outside, it was windy and raining. I don’t know if that was part of their marketing strategy, but it sure made me want to make it inside.
The wait was short, we were soon inside and seated, and the fun began. It sounded like a rumbling stomach in there. A roll thrower was firing away halfway across the room at people with their hands out to catch him. He was deadly accurate and the only roll I saw dropped the whole time we were there was the one I dropped — from a foot away. Ah come on, who knew the guy, who was standing behind my back, wasn’t going to just hand me the roll?
Here’s the birthday girl with Tyler (her sweetie) to her right and Kris on her left. I would have told Kris to take off the cap indoors but several of waiters were wearing caps so what could I say? He got by with a freebie.
Thank you, Tim and Robin, for treating us to more than a mere birthday party. Now we can tell people we’ve eaten and eaten and eaten and eaten at Lambert’s.
Last night Sandy and I took Robin and Tim to the Springfield Contemporary Theatre for a performance of Stephen Sondheim music by five gifted vocalists and two outstanding pianists. Sondheim is 90 now and can look back on a long, distinguished career. I’m a fan of many of his songs and some of his music. Sometimes the cacophony of sounds he puts together astound my ear but his unique style has earned him countless awards from an industry that appreciates his one-of-a-kind approach and his genius for lyrics. Kudos to Springfield Contemporary Theatre for bringing such fare to Springfield.
Busy weekend. Friday night we drove to Big Cedar near Branson and stayed in a lodge at Wilderness Club with Robin, Tim, and grandson Kris. We came home on Saturday and tried to decide what to do that evening. We had tickets to two events, THE CHRISTMAS CANTATA by the GRACIAS CHOIR AND ORCHESTRA and the SPRINGFIELD SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA presenting an all LEONARD BERNSTEIN and GEORGE GERSHWIN concert featuring at the piano virtuoso Alexander Tutunov.
The GRACIAS CHOIR AND ORCHESTRA travels worldwide and has won honors in several countries. On this American tour group will perform in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Michigan, Texas, Illinois, Missouri and numerous other states. Alexander Tutunov also travels the globe performing with major symphony orchestras and has won many awards for his unique skills.
Our problem was that the CANTATA started at 7:00 and the SYMPHONY, for which we had purchased tickets in the third row, began at 7:30. The solution? The CANTATA was performed in the John Q. Hammons arena on the MSU campus. The symphony concert was held in the Juanita Hammons Hall for the Performing Arts two blocks away. We parked in a lot midway between them hurried to the CANTATA for the first twenty minutes, and then made a dash on foot for the SYMPHONY in time to reach our seats just as conductor Kyle Wiley Pickett came on stage to start the concert. The house was packed, downstairs and on both upper levels. Whew. All in all, a grand weekend.