This is PPAC in Providence on my way home from another wedding last summer. Looking forward to wedding season once again! Love Weddings…. when the Bride is nice. Message to all Brides… be cool, and all will be at peace in the world.
I remember PPAC when I was a kid. My Elementary (this is what we called it back then…) school set up a trip for us kids; we were in maybe fourth or fifth grade, which would put the date around 1975. We went to see, if my memory serves me correctly, the Providence Philharmonic, or whatever they called themselves. It was Providence’s version of the Boston POPs… I can’t remember what they played, but there was this one guy that stands out in my mind… it was mostly, if not all men. He had black hair, looked like Randolph Mantooth of Prime-time 1970’s television fame. I think he played the trombone, or the trumpet… one or the other. Managed he did, to stand out, his playing was tight. How he somehow smiled while he blew, with the instrument stuck so close to his lips, I didn’t know. They played, and played well… the red material of the seats and lights burned into the scattered confines of my still developing brain more than even the sounds from the stage. I can remember, but it’s like a dream.
Is my age suddenly making my childhood memories dream-like? All I know is I can still hear, see, and almost smell that day…like it was sometime in the not too distant past. Was it all that long ago?
Image C.2008 WHP
