tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11946237352506076312024-03-05T01:12:06.918-05:00A Yellow Springs Blognews * gossip * opinionVirgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.comBlogger4607125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-22098921200082064362014-06-09T15:58:00.001-04:002014-06-09T15:58:06.393-04:00This will be a busy weekend for the Community Band<div class="yiv5296212913" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1402325845585_3410" style="background-color: transparent;">
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Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-44243682976911656052014-05-28T08:58:00.000-04:002014-05-28T08:58:22.318-04:00The second video in the YSCF 40th Anniversary series<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/4F2AvTgFl4w" width="400"></iframe>Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-11051682318521011212014-05-14T09:42:00.003-04:002014-05-14T09:42:36.741-04:00Concert by the Yellow Springs Community Band<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1400074630384_4036" style="font-size: medium;"><br />DATE:
Saturday, May 17, 2014<br /><br />TIME: 7:30 p.m.<br /><br />LOCATION: Mills Lawn Gymnasium<br /><br />Donations benefit YS Community Music<br /><br />The
YS Community Band, James Johnston conductor, will play it's Spring
Concert with it's usual mix of marches, character pieces and medleys,
including the "Suite francaise" by Darius Milhaud, written in 1944 as a
"thank you" to the USA for the liberation of France in World War II.</span>Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-62216941826370482632014-04-09T08:50:00.002-04:002014-04-09T08:50:20.905-04:00YS Chamber Orchestra, April 12, 7:30 p.m.<span id="yui_3_13_0_1_1397047676484_3908" style="font-weight: bold;">CONCERT BY THE YELLOW SPRINGS CHAMBER ORCHESTRA</span>, James Johnston, Music Director<br /><br />Music of Mozart and Haydn<br /><br />DATE: Saturday, April 12, 2014<br /><br />TIME: 7:30 p.m.<br /><br />LOCATION: Yellow Springs <span id="yui_3_13_0_1_1397047676484_3907" style="font-weight: bold;">UNITED METHODIST
</span>Church (change in usual venue)<br /><br />Donations at the door benefit Yellow Springs Community Music<br /><br />The
YS Chamber Orchestra presents its Spring concert with music from the
18th century, including Mozart's sparkling overture to the opera <span style="font-style: italic;">The Abduction from the Seraglio</span><span>, and Haydn's rousing Symphony No. 100 "The Military"; </span>Susanne Oldham and Kathleen Bisson solo in Mozart's charming Concerto for Flute and
Harp.Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-62293007668741267822014-04-09T08:44:00.001-04:002014-04-09T08:44:25.093-04:00The Yellow Springs Community Foundation to celebrate 40 years<iframe width="400" height="300" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/FcQvSGmnzGg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-38507888515454959402014-03-17T10:14:00.001-04:002014-03-17T10:14:38.655-04:00Bench to Nowhere: It ain't easy peeing green<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A Cool Town Toon</span><br />
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<br />Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-4202988644292947552014-03-14T12:07:00.000-04:002014-03-14T20:44:32.221-04:00Confessions of a Hockey Wannabe: Report from the locker room<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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NTPRD Chiller, Springfield, Ohio: The older guys gravitate toward the end of the locker room. Older, in my mind, is over 58. Although, at 69, I am by far the oldest. Usually there are two or three of us "old guys."<br />
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The young guys dress a lot faster than I do, so I get there early. I learned the hard way that there is a specific order to putting on a hockey outfit: the leggings, then the pants have to go on before the skates. The skates have to be laced up tightly, before the shin guards are slipped into the leggings, otherwise, it is difficult to bend over and deal with the skates. Next comes the garter belt to hold up the leggings. After that you can pull up the pants (heavily padded shorts) and slip the suspenders over your shoulders, before putting on the shoulder pads. Then come the elbow pads and finally the sweater, which I always need help with to get it over my shoulder pads. Next comes the helmet and finally the gloves. All this takes me about 25 minutes.<br />
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We listen, amused, to the younger guys as they dress. In my mind, they range from 18-25. Unlike me, most of them can really play hockey. They are in school or working at entry-level jobs. From their conversation, which is punctuated by the sound of Velcro, you can tell that they are concerned about their futures. They are worried about their student loans and whether the cost of college will be worth it. They give each other tips to success in life. The judge dresses across from me. We look at each other. I nod my head in the direction of the younger guys. We both smile.<br />
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Down at the other end is a guy in his late-thirties. He is an admissions officer from one of the local colleges. He is full of advice for the younger guys - actually sounding like he is recruiting them. The message is "stay in school." He is sincere and, like any good salesman, he really knows his product.<br />
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"You should go on TV," I tell him.<br />
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The young guys laugh.<br />
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So far, they have managed to tolerate me. Once in awhile, I will make a joke about my age, letting them know it would be alright to rib me about it if they wanted to. They never take the bait. They are polite and considerate of each other. Hockey players are known to be that way. A few days ago, during an NHL game, one of the players passed out from some kind of heart problem. The players on both teams were so upset, they had to call the league office and get permission to suspend the game.<br />
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From inside the locker room, we can hear the Zamboni has finished cleaning the ice. We grab our sticks and head out to the rink. A couple guys skate over to the far end where the Zamboni operator has left the two goals. They push them into position at opposite ends of the ice. Somebody dumps out a pail-load of pucks and we start skating around, stick-handling the pucks and shooting, either at the boards or the goals. I try not to get hit with any of the 80-mile-per-hour shots that have been lofted at the nets.<br />
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After we have warmed up, some of the guys do stretching exercises on the ice. One guy practices picking up a dropped stick - no easy task on ice with bulky gloves. Another guy practices falling and getting up, also a worthy exercise. The college recruiter skates over to one of the fallen players.<br />
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"Are you okay?" he asks. <br />
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After an hour of skating in full equipment, trying to dangle a puck at the end of a stick, I am ready to hear the buzzer that signals our time is up.<br />
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I do this every Friday night. I find that it is more than good exercise, or a way to build my skating and hockey skills, or to ground me in a game that I enjoy as a spectator. And I realize, as I limp off the ice, it might make me healthier, but it will not make me younger. If you asked me exactly why I do it, I probably couldn't give you a straight answer, or even any one answer. But, young or old, whatever the reason is, it seems we are there for the same one.<br />
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P.S. My helmet paid for itself tonight when I went down on the back of my head. Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-38838114381005401152014-03-13T20:13:00.000-04:002014-03-13T20:13:01.466-04:00Bench to Nowhere: A Little Night Music<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A Cool Town Toon</span><br />
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<br />Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-62807337229571695022014-02-25T10:27:00.001-05:002014-02-25T10:32:10.482-05:00Bench to Nowhere: The Big Gamble<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A Cool Town Toon</span><br />
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<br />Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-27012095928971418582014-01-24T15:29:00.001-05:002014-01-24T15:29:03.852-05:00Bench to Nowhere: A town divided (50/50?)<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A Cool Town Toon</span><br />
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<br />Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-22876363192422230832013-12-20T10:32:00.000-05:002013-12-22T06:51:08.855-05:00Gliding along: Skating aloneAlong about Monday or Tuesday, L.L. Bean is going to deliver a pair of hockey skates right to my front door. Are they a Christmas present for my new grandson? Nah... He's too young. They're for me. And don't go saying, "He's too old." I can still cut a neat line in the ice, given a sharp edge. They've opened a new skating rink in Springfield and I find myself without a pair of skates.<br />
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This story is complicated. Emotionally, that is... It's about aging and fleeting dreams. Sound familiar? But it's also about my relationship with my father and being the odd-man-out. And about that one materialistic item we have always wanted all our lives. For some, that might be a Mercedes or a Porsche. For others, it might be an extended cruise or maybe even something as simple as a dog. For me it's always been a decent pair of hockey skates.<br />
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I've been a life long skater, from when I was a kid living in an apartment in Woodhaven, Queens, next to a little used side street where we would play roller hockey on skates with four steel wheels. We played from after school until dinner time, stopping every-now-and-then to let a car pass through. We dreamed we were playing for the N.Y. Rangers and, daily, crushed the hated Bruins. All the other kids had Union skates, the popular brand. I had J.C. Higgins, the Sears brand my father bought for me. They differed in one easily noticeable aspect, the wheels were rounded at the edges. No matter, we all skated until we wore them out and they had to be replaced.<br />
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Those J.C. Higgins skates, and perhaps the J.C. Higgins hand-me-down bicycle I used all the way through high school, cast me as an outsider - something that would stay with me all my life. There... I've traced it all the way back to its origins.<br />
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One year, when the old man asked us kids what we wanted for Christmas, I told him ice skates, hockey skates in particular. I doubt I was able to hide my disappointment when I opened the box I was sure would fulfill my dreams and found a pair of figure skates.<br />
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"The salesman told me it's easier to learn how to ice skate on figure skates," he said. "Besides, you can still play hockey in those."<br />
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Ever been struck on the side of the foot with a frozen puck traveling about 100 miles per hour? In a pair of figure skates?<br />
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Again, as we played pond hockey on the frozen-over Saw Mill River, I would play not offense, not defense, but outsider. Even the competition took pity on me when I would limp off the ice with a throbbing foot.<br />
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It took me years to realize this, but the old man must have gotten a deal on those skates. I don't want to say he was cheap. But, he was always on the lookout for a bargain.<br />
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Years later, when I was in college and he asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I told him I wanted a pair of hockey skates. Colby was a big hockey school, and besides having one of the best teams in the country at the time, the rink was available for recreational skating in lieu of regular gym class. And so I got the skates. They may not have been top of the line, but I was satisfied with them. After all, I wasn't going to play varsity hockey. But there was inter-fraternity hockey. And I figured I was good enough for that.<br />
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Fraternity activities are not exactly for outsiders. If it seems surprising that I was in a fraternity at all, consider that, as far as fraternities at Colby went, mine was the ultimate outsider. But, we could play hockey with the big boys, because we had a goalie that could stop anything that came his way. He was also an outsider. That may have given him the "show me your best shot" attitude that a goaltender needs. The varsity coach kept trying to recruit him, but he preferred to play Bridge with the chair of the English department and a couple other members of the faculty.<br />
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My brothers on the team were mostly from New England, and had played organized hockey all the while I was playing roller hockey and pond hockey. They came equipped with big overstuffed hockey gloves and all the proper padding. I rolled up some newspapers and taped them around my shins, under my pants. They had regulation sticks and the same CCM Tackaberry skates the players on varsity wore. I had my old, under-sized stick from when I was a kid. Let's face it, I looked about as far-out as Billie Pilgrim in <i>Slaughter House Five.</i> They never put me on the ice. Not once. Not even in the closing minutes of a 10-0 game.<br />
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Would no one have pity on on the poor boy? Fuck, no...<br />
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I left school after sophomore year and enlisted in the Coast Guard - the best decision I ever made in a life full of spontaneous, bad choices... When I returned to Colby, four years later, I still had my old skates, and would skate before class in the deserted rink just for exercise. I had a stick and a puck and would shoot around just for the heck of it. A guy who had been in my Latin class in my freshman year had also dropped out and returned. He had played defense on the freshman team. We would skate together sometimes, but he was fond of sneaking up behind me as I was gliding along and stealing the puck. I preferred to skate alone.<br />
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Well, anyway... I've lost track of my old skates. I picture them rusting in the basement of my old house in New York. I skated a few times while I was in law school. We used to pay a buck to watch the Rangers practice at Skateland, just a couple miles from my house. We'd snag some tickets from scalpers outside Madison Square Garden, every-now-and then, and regularly attended Long Island Ducks games in the Comack Arena. Ah, the Eastern Hockey league... The world of "Slap Shot," the hockey nerd's cult movie... When the Islanders joined the NHL, I carried season tickets for a couple years, until the kids started coming along. <br />
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Later, when my daughter Rachel was a little girl, I taught her how to ice skate at Skateland, and I would take her to skate every Sunday morning while the rest of the world was taking their kids to church. I understand that Skateland has since been converted to a roller rink. I also switched over to in-line roller skates and kept right on skating with Amy's kids, even after we moved to Ohio. The bike path was perfect for us. But that was a good ten years ago. In the interim, I have been content to watch Division III college hockey over the Internet, dreaming of kicking up a spray of ice as I skate in on the goalie and slip one under his pads.<br />
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I've been thinking about that new pair of hockey skates, since I heard they were going to open a rink in Springfield. It came to a head yesterday when we were over at the mall. I found a way to sneak off from Amy and slipped into Dick's. I asked a salesgirl where they kept the ice skates.<br />
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"We don't have ice skates," she said.<br />
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"How about hockey equipment?" I asked.<br />
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She got on her two-way radio. "Do we carry hockey equipment?"<br />
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The answer was no.<br />
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I was sure Dick's carried a full line of hockey stuff. Then I remembered that was the old Dick's, when it was across the street from the mall. I sunk into a deep state of depression, which was only worsened when I went on the Internet on my smartphone while still in the mall, and made a couple of calls, and determined that ice skates are hard to come by anywhere in southwestern Ohio - two stores in Cincinnati and a couple in Columbus, none of which carried the skates I wanted. I was going to have to order them online without trying them on.<br />
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When we got home, I got on a real computer and started bargain hunting, and trying to figure out what size to get - skate shoe sizes differ from regular shoes. L.L. Bean had the best deal, the best reputation for reliability, and someone who could chat with me online about sizing. I placed my order.<br />
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Free shipping and 2-3 day delivery... Merry Christmas! At the age of 69 years, I am finally about to get the hockey skates I always wanted. What's next, a pair of gloves, a proper stick..?<br />
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I have a friend who always wanted a Henry rifle. Finally, in his 70s, he bought one and mounted it on the wall in his home. He has never fired it.<br />
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Could it be time to hang up my skates, after all? No way!<br />
<br />Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-23158991620307994872013-12-14T12:43:00.001-05:002013-12-14T13:13:06.727-05:00The play's the thingWhen I first started writing plays a few years ago, I was immediately impressed by how much easier it seemed than any of the other types of writing I had done. Partly, I thought, it was due to the fact that the director and actors would sort out all the minutia. I, therefore, would not have to write about it. I also began to think of play-writing as a collaborative process - so much would get changed during the early rehearsals, when I realized that certain lines were unspeakable, or important aspects were missing. Only recently, did I come to understand how the creative process of writing a play, for me at least, differs from writing fiction.<br />
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It came to me when Marcia Nowik, who was directing two plays for this year's 10-Minute Play festival, asked if I minded her making a suggestion about the staging of my play "Coots." Of course I didn't mind - Marcia has a lifetime of experience in the theater, whereas I had acted in one play and written a half-dozen one-acts. What I said to her was, I would be glad to have her suggestion, as long as it didn't involve moving my writer character from his isolated position on the stage.<br />
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"That is my vision for the play," I said.<br />
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Once I had said that, I started to wonder what I meant. Here's a shot at it:<br />
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When I started to think abut that play, I began by picturing a playwright in the corner of an empty stage, struggling with the inspiration for his next play. You could see the glow of his computer screen and hear him calling to his muse, "Harry... Harry... Harry..." Soon the lights would come up and his characters would arrive on stage and start playing around in his head. They would look at him and talk to him. He would talk back, but never, ever look at them, because they were only in his head. In the end, they would realize that they only existed in his mind. And he would begin to question his own existence. That was my vision for the play.<br />
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This play and most of my others, seemed to have arrived as a complete package. I often envisioned the ending, before I had fully mapped out the middle. I knew right from the start who I wanted on stage when the play ended.<br />
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In "Bench to Nowhere," for example, I envisioned a bench in front of a market (Tom's... er Bill's...) populated by a cast of characters who would come and go as they interacted with the main character, Dusty. That's how it would start. I also knew from the very beginning, that I wanted all of them on the bench at the end of the play, so that when the bus left without Dusty, they would all be there to share the pain. In a way, that dictated the entire course of the middle of the play. This kind of thinking has pretty much held true for all of my plays.<br />
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Writing fiction, for me, is often like going on a trip - you hear this from fiction writers a lot. I get in the car and start driving without knowing where I'm going to end up. Often, writers will tell you, they're driving at night and their headlights don't shine very far down the road. It's an adventurous and fun way to create, and sometimes the results are surprising, and hopefully bring a sense of full-circle kind of satisfaction.<br />
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But, driving in the dark is very different from the process of envisioning the stage at the beginning of the play and then again at the end. The closest I have ever heard of a fiction writer coming to this is John Irving, who says he starts every one of his novels by writing the last line first and then working toward it. He claims to have never changed one of those last lines. Maybe that's what I'm doing when I start a play and I just don't know it.<br />
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Now that I have more clearly defined the process of play-writing for myself, maybe I can put it down in a few lines.<br />
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<li>Start by sitting in the audience. </li>
<li>What do you see on stage as the play begins? </li>
<li>What do you see at the end?</li>
<li>Now look to your right and then to your left - who do you see?</li>
<li>What will it take in the middle of this play to bring you and them a sense of fulfillment?</li>
<li>Now, recite the following: Harry... Harry... Harry... </li>
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<i>The Fourth Annual Yellow Springs 10-Minute Play festival will be held on October 24 & 25, 2014. The deadline for script submissions is September 1, 2014. Send scripts via email attachment to GunchPress@yahoo.com.</i><br />
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Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-91044673596005650852013-11-26T08:25:00.001-05:002013-11-26T08:25:56.527-05:00Brass quintet to play SaturdayThe Yellow Springs Brass will be performing this Saturday at 11:00 a.m. in front of the Emporium.<br />
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The concert will be over in time to watch "THE GAME."Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-65924475434660168432013-11-26T08:00:00.002-05:002013-11-26T08:00:46.786-05:00Chorus and Symphony to perform Handel<div id="yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1385470670765_2305" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: garamond, 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 19.09090805053711px;">
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Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-41043434262843507942013-11-18T17:09:00.001-05:002013-11-18T17:11:20.191-05:0010-Minute Play Festival - This Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-19021568555419503432013-11-18T17:07:00.002-05:002013-11-18T17:07:31.584-05:00Community Band Concert - Friday nightConcert by the Yellow Springs Community Band, James Johnston, conductor<br /><br />DATE: Friday, November 22, 2013<br /><br />TIME: <span style="font-weight: bold;">7:15 p.m.</span> *<br /><br />LOCATION: Mills Lawn Gymnasium<br /><br />Admission is Free - Donations benefit YS Community
Music<br /><br />The YS Community Band will play music by King, Mussorgsky,
Grainger, Henry Mancini, Richard Rodgers, and medleys of music from
Cirque du Soleil and Kurt Weill. Guest soloist Cindy Lincoln sings
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<i> * The start time for the concert was changed to 7:15 to accommodate the 10-Minute Play Festival across the street at the Presbyterian Church. They will hold the curtain so concert goers can also catch the plays.</i> <i>The curtain will be held until around 8:15.</i>Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-29460588596838558782013-11-04T12:57:00.000-05:002013-11-04T12:57:10.504-05:00Yellow Springs Chamber Orchestra ConcertConcert by the Yellow Springs Chamber Orchestra, James Johnston, Music Director<br /><br />DATE: Saturday, November 16, 2013<br /><br />TIME: 7:30 p.m.<br /><br />LOCATION: First Presbyterian Church, 314 Xenia Avenue, YS<br /><br />Donations at the door benefit YS Community Music<br /><br />Program:<br /><br />Mozart - Divertimento for winds in F Major, K. 253<br />Bach - <span style="font-style: italic;">Brandenburg Concerto</span><span id="yui_3_13_0_1_1383586882341_5615"> No. 5 in D Major - Francis Yun, harpsichord, Susanne Oldham, flute, Mary White, violin<br />Schubert - Symphony No. 5 in Bb Major</span>Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-68603603115618083562013-10-25T09:41:00.004-04:002013-10-25T09:49:36.596-04:00Pee Wee, famed Yellow Springs Chicken, 2004-2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's odd how animals know things before we do. Yesterday, our dog Suki showed uncommon compassion for her poultry playmate Pee Wee. This morning, Pee Wee was gone. And Suki watched quietly from the back door, as I carried her lifeless body from Chickenland to a safe place, until we could decide what to do with her remains.<br />
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Pee Wee has lived on this property on Allen Street almost as long as we have. We bought her little chick self at the Caesar's Creek Flea Market, along with five others that have long since passed on, about a year after we moved here. Ask how long a chicken lives and you will get a dozen different answers. No one seems to really know. But, I can tell you this, at 9 1/2 years, Pee Wee was right up there with the longest-livers I have ever heard of.<br />
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From that first flock of six, two chicks immediately stood out as the most precocious, Rocky and Pee Wee. Both would go on to cartoon fame on this blog, Rocky as the smart-talking wise-cracker and Pee Wee as the pensive one. I have to admit that, in those early days, Rocky, a Barred Plymouth Rock, was my favorite. But Pee Wee, a Rhode Island Red, was always there, vying for attention and eventually getting it. While Rocky was always showing off for both family and flock, Pee Wee was working hard to become my best bud. She won my heart, one day, as I was sitting in a lawn chair in the backyard just chillin' with a beer and some chips, watching the chickens hunt for bugs. I noticed she was hanging around the chair, begging for attention. Finally, she jumped into my lap and settled in to share some chips.<br />
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Pee Wee was old reliable. I could take her out front while we worked in the garden and let her root for worms, without worrying about her getting lost on us. If we brought some young ones along, she would keep them close like an old mother hen. She would talk to me every morning, when I would go out to feed and water the flock.<br />
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When Suki came along, three years ago, the flock got all nerved up. But, Pee Wee remained stoical. If Suki poked her nose through the Chickenland fence, Pee Wee would peck it. Eventually, we got up enough nerve to let Pee Wee out to play with Suki and the resulting game of hunt-and-peck was always fun to watch (see video).<br />
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For the past couple days, I noticed Pee Wee wasn't doing too well. She was all puffed up and moving slowly. Yesterday, I knew the end was near when Suki and I were playing Frisbee in the backyard and Suki suddenly stopped and looked over to where Pee Wee was laying all balled up like a pile of reddish-brown leaves. Instead of trying to roust her, as she normally would, Suki walked slowly over to the fence and stood quietly watching her. Finally she turned and looked at me, asking with her sad eyes, "What's wrong with Pee Wee, Daddy?"<br />
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I went into the chicken run and picked Pee Wee up. Under normal circumstances, that would be a signal for some serious barking. But instead, Suki stood sadly quiet, watching, as I carried Pee Wee around the back of the coop and put her into one of the laying boxes to keep her comfortable. The glazed look in her eyes was one I have seen before - when Rocky died, four or five years ago, she had the same look. I knew that when I would come back for Pee Wee in the morning, she would be gone. Suki knew it, too.<br />
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Rest in peace, Pee Wee. You were a good friend. You will be missed.<br />
<br />Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-48301973008802759342013-10-23T08:03:00.000-04:002013-10-23T08:06:19.602-04:0010-Minutes Plays postponed due to illness<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>Festival postponed until November 22 & 23</b></i></span></span></span><br />
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Click <a href="https://www.facebook.com/YellowSpringsCenterStage" target="_blank"></a><b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/YellowSpringsCenterStage" target="_blank">here</a></b> for up-to-date information about the Third Annual Yellow Springs 10-Minute Play Festival.Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-24900592459590435942013-10-10T13:31:00.001-04:002013-10-11T09:04:11.873-04:00We're back with lots of local talent<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unbridled creativity; existentialist themes; goofy stuff... Folks are still talking about last year's show. You don't want to miss this one.Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-74760737571315015702013-09-27T10:05:00.003-04:002013-10-11T09:16:02.173-04:00The Other Shoe: The Coots ride again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwzi18v5LLQ5gW8qmZsUtWCPyJJ-kUCKkCC0qkglOddTuZ0OHItg8wpHcUwhKL9IEC0VVv2bV9Cc2oFdygOaLm0iw3YyqBeKhiBxJhJkt9Ichk7dkYTVvYjnh3ec-NhMl2o-t8kS460Zb/s1600/OtherShoeSm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwzi18v5LLQ5gW8qmZsUtWCPyJJ-kUCKkCC0qkglOddTuZ0OHItg8wpHcUwhKL9IEC0VVv2bV9Cc2oFdygOaLm0iw3YyqBeKhiBxJhJkt9Ichk7dkYTVvYjnh3ec-NhMl2o-t8kS460Zb/s1600/OtherShoeSm.jpg" /></a>And so here we are... sitting around a table at the Presby church, reading lines. Ron Siemer is pleased as punch (Wasn't another Ron fond of that expression..?) that the Coots are at it again. This is our fourth play - third as a part of the annual Yellow Springs 10-Minute Play festival. This time around, we are delving into existentialism, in our own bungling way, of course. This one's is going to be deep and funny, and more than a bit self-referential. Hey we're entitled - we're old...<br />
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The title of the play is "Coots." And in a theater-of-the-absurd kinda twist, the Coots will be playing themselves. The Coots are Walter Rhodes, Ron Siemer and Jerry Buck. Gary Reimers is joining us for a second time. He will be playing me (the writer). I've probably already given too much away. So I'll stop about "Coots" for awhile.<br />
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We have eight plays lined up for this year's festival. In addition to my play, we have two by former resident, Prof. Jerry Holt, "Ledge" and "Train Stop." I have seen videos of these two from when they were performed in Michigan City, IN and they live up to Jerry's high standards. "Ledge" is guaranteed to draw belly-laughs. Marcia Nowik will step out onto the ledge as the female lead in that one and direct "Train Stop."<br />
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Aaron Saari has given us "Do Adults Make Out in Yellow
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Jerry Boswell, long time director at the old Center Stage and participant in last-year's festival, has given us "We'll Be Right Back" a play that contrasts 1950's television with today's fare. Jerry is an old pro. The back-up play for this slot is by WYSO's Jerry Kenny. His play was accepted into last year's festival, but was never produced.<br />
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Kayla Graham, who acted in just about every play in last year's lineup, has submitted a script of her own, "Memory Play: Construction." She will also act and direct and is currently looking for someone to take on the male role. Kayla also knocked me out in "The Crucible."</div>
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Kay Reimers, who writes funny, short plays and serious, long, historical plays, is combining genres to give us "Post Office" a play about the mural in the Yellow Springs Post Office. Leave it to Kay to find inspiration in the history behind the WPA project that brought the artist that painted it to town. </div>
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Performances will be at 8:00 p.m. on Friday and Saturday, October 25 & 26 at the First Presbyterian Church of Yellow Springs. If the first two 10-Minute Play Festivals are any indication, this is going to be a great time.<br />
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<br />Virgil Herveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05676973528656199800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194623735250607631.post-86516936648256159272013-09-20T12:10:00.000-04:002013-09-20T12:13:26.833-04:00Casting call and more...Weds. 9/25<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyITPxa8pO4WAU8_XLixaZVoP_PAx1vrX3fjFJllbML2sPh4OG1dDmIRupj1R3jLl5KllvHsH7X2pGyA0D1Tt9G7Hpq2avjOV3Ug-Fh5als7hpCEN0SIMBSZTjo0hhzGQdaioKHFghDps/s1600/TheaterLogo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657552832290384338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyITPxa8pO4WAU8_XLixaZVoP_PAx1vrX3fjFJllbML2sPh4OG1dDmIRupj1R3jLl5KllvHsH7X2pGyA0D1Tt9G7Hpq2avjOV3Ug-Fh5als7hpCEN0SIMBSZTjo0hhzGQdaioKHFghDps/s200/TheaterLogo.jpg" style="float: right; height: 167px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent">There
will be a casting call and organizational meeting for the 10-Minute
Play Festival at the Presbyterian Church on Wednesday, Sept. 25 at 7 pm. </span></span></span></span></span></h5>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent">We have eight plays scheduled to be produced and need local actors and
directors for three of them. </span></span></span></span></span></h5>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent">The festival is scheduled to take place on
Friday & Saturday, October 25 & 26. There will be a dress
rehearsal on Oct. 24. For more information, email gunchpress@yahoo.com.</span></span></span></span></span></h5>
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The 10-minute Play Festival is a production of Centre Stage, community theater in Yellow Springs.</div>
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