Before abstractionist Georgia O’Keeffe took the transforming New Mexico trip that would provide the landscape for her legendary work, the Wisconsin-born desert artist took cues from summers spent in lush New York.
I scream, you scream...you get the point. Few things bring out such unabashed joyous memories as ice cream does. Scoring the winning home-run, acing that algebra test, or in my case, not stealing from the corner grocery for a full week were rewarded with the icy treat.
Remember the Fall Open House in middle school, where you’d wait at home while your parents phantomed your classes and your teachers briefed them on your progress and showed them the paper-plate turkey you crafted in homeroom?
Since time machines are taking longer than promised, we’re stuck with historical reenactments. And sure, you can sneer, call reenactors what you want (middle-aged gamers, if you will), but they’re the ones standing between you and the American Revolution, the Civil War and yes, the Renaissance.
If you haven’t checked out the Cocteau since its reopening, there’s a fresh reason visit: on Saturday, Steve Terrell and Gregg Turner trail-blaze the path to a new tradition: live music, Cocteau-style.