King Richard’s Faire

On Saturday, September 20, we went to King Richard’s Faire. Shawn of course has been there many times, but I had never been, and was glad to spend another beautiful day outdoors before the autumn chill sets in.


NH Highland Games

On Friday, September 19, I took Mom and Dad to the NH Highland Games for a great respite from the work-a-day world.

This year’s highlight was one of the best bagpipe bands I’ve heard in a long time—from Houston, the St. Thomas Episcopal Bagpipe Band. After surviving Hurricane Ike, they had to seriously organize themselves in order to make the trip to NH for the games, and we were all glad of it, and showed our appreciation.


On September 13, we made our yearly trip to Ogunquit, Maine, on a gorgeous New England day. It was our usual routine—lunch at Huckleberry’s, frolic on the beach, take the trolley to Perkins Cove, walk the Marginal Way back to the beach, and then eat our ice cream cones while watching the kites fly and boats sail by.


On September 10, Maria and I went to see Solas at Tupelo Music Hall. I was thrilled to finally be able to see Seamus Egan’s band perform live, and still thankful to Tupelo for the artists they bring to NH. And I still adore Seamus. Here’s a clip of Solas performing “Ballerina Jig” in Moscow in January.

Hoppípolla by Sigur Ros


On August 26 we went with Jim and Kevin to see the Binghamton Mets play the NH Fisher Cats in Manchester. It was a beautiful night for minor league baseball. I make sure to attend at least one game for every Fisher Cats homestand against the B-Mets, but this season the B-Mets only played one series in NH—odd, that.

In past years it’s been fun watching the top Mets prospects play in Manchester—Mike Jacobs, Lastings Milledge, Carlos Gomez—all players the Mets promoted to the Big Show within a short time of my seeing them in NH—and, as we know, all players that the Mets then traded. Last week it was Fernando Martinez (who’s still only 19 years old), Ambiorix Concepcion, veteran Al Reyes pitching in relief (who was called up to the big leagues today), and poor Mike Carp, who’s been stuck playing AA ball for the past few years that I’ve been living in NH and going to B-Mets games.

Thanks to my internal connections at the college, I always get the college’s season tickets—they’re great seats—second row behind the visitor dugout. Toward the end of the game we moved further down because the stadium had emptied, to second row off the field adjacent to the dugout.

In the eighth inning it became a tied game, and the Fisher Cats won with a run scored in the bottom of the ninth—a controversial play because it looked like the Fisher Cat player never touched home plate.