Yesterday I went out shopping, picking up some clothes and some hardware for Mom's house. I got home at 6:10, only to be reminded that there was a concert at 7:00 I'd agreed to go to. Whoops.

So after a gourmet dinner at Picnic Pizza, Dad and I went to Corning's First Methodist Church "Applause!" concert series, to see Kim & Reggie Harris. The first half of their show was mostly Underground Railroad music, and the second half was mostly Civil Rights Era songs. The two were quite good, as is to be expected, as they've been touring for almost thirty years now. Their patter made me suspect they perform more often for groups of young students, vice our crowd, which consisted of twenty-five adults and three children.

As we were waiting for the show to start, I thought I recognized one of the other audience members. After a few minutes to recall her name, I got up and joined Jenny M., who I'd known from the Big Flats UU church. She remembered me of course, and we caught up on each other's families. (One of her sons has a couple of kids now, and the other one is "in a band".) I mentioned that I was thinking of doing some kind of presentation to the UU Church, and she mentioned that there was a Veteran's Day service in the preperatory stages, and I could look into doing something for that day.

There was another concert-goer that recognized me, although I must confess that I didn't remember her. It was Anne R., who had been a member of the Big Flats UU Fellowship, but left when I ten or twelve. At that age, she was just another adult, of no particular interest to the young me. Anyway, she'd left the Big Flats church because it was getting "to religious", which I can sympathize with; I'm kind of a low-church guy myself. She now attends services there at the Corning First Methodist.

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