Proud, radical adherent to chaotic acts of kindness....
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Monday, 24 October: The Bluegrass Jamboree continues with a call from a Carolina band's agent/father. Talked with the fellow representing Dixie Creek Revival (DCR) for about an hour--on his dime. I believe I have my "away" band for Alumni Bluegrass Jam #1--I hope I can come up with a better name. No, not "Hagerstown Hayride" or "Antietam Opry." Please.
My idea is to have at least one local band, one regional band, one "exotic band" (meaning a regional band from another area--in this case, DCR), and one nationally known band for a whole afternoon of music.
Also have contacted two groups for the pre- BluesFest idea. At times, I may be harnessing my courage from the legendary Bill Graham. Hmmm, the "Fillmore HCC"; I like that....
Tuesday, 25 October: With info from the call, I stop the Bluegrass Jamboree and turn again to "Blues Quest," a blues concert, which had been placed off the table by the Exec Committee.
Monday, 31 October: I continue with the Blues Quest, as bands have been favorable to the idea.
Thursday, 17 November: I spoke with a southern Virginia band's agent. May be a tie-in with the Movie Quest, as they recently did much of the soundtrack for an indie horror film.
Monday, 21 November: I received another e-mail from a bluegrass group interested in the Jam.
Wednesday, 23 November: With trepidation, I make calls to "easy" sources of sponsorships. The Alumni Association and college have hampered my efforts by limiting my solicitations to area broadcasters. A chance meeting with a Clear Channel representative was pooh-poohed by them, as the College seeks other donations from the large media firm. The Association has failed to monetarily back the performances--even to "seed the hat"--having a business jump on is even more vexing.
My being tasked with this series--as well as a Chamber of Commerce Holiday Mixer project at work, is just too darn ironic--at times, painfully ironic. And that one person who would be great with either project simply can't be asked, because, well, she's quite dead.
Why, why must I yearn to be a catalyst, a kingmaker?
End of 2005--Winter 2006 The Mixer was quite successful: well-attended and well within budget. We were asked to do it again in 2006, but declined on account of not having the venue (our model home) by then. I continue to seek funding for the two "civilian" concerts. I have told our Executive Committee that if I do not get something in place by the end of March, I will cancel the two for this year.
February 2006 My "inside" local bluegrass group, Hickory Ridge, is via a client at work. He invited us to hear his new band at Beck & Benedict Music Theater in Waynesboro on Saturday Night, 18 February. They were great! The next Saturday Night, I again heard them at the monthly Coffeehouse at the Chambersburg synagogue. They have good chemistry in and between songs.
March 2006 I finally got my second wind on soliciting sponsors, and came up with a couple of outside-the-box ideas. Yes! I will not criticize the tardiness of coming up with Idea Number One: copy your success of the Mixer. I continue with this endeavor, and, with the Board's OK, extend my deadline to mid-April.
If I get some sponsors, I will return to the contacted acts and see who is available. As we could grab a military band on 9 July, I will reschedule the bluegrass jam for later that month.
If a free concert: "Hagerstown RFD" or "Bluegrass RFD"--or will we stick with "Hagerstown Bluegrass Festival," as posted elsewheres? (Yes, I recently discovered DCR has gone ahead and posted the gig--I guess figuring if it becomes posted on the Net, it will become a certainty. I wish I could be as sure.)
Alas, WFRE will not bring us Carrie Underwood. Craig Morgan will be the headliner. But I am attracted to Carrie Underwood.... Maybe I can "console" some of Craig's groupies.
Two of the bluegrass groups called, and I called them both back on Friday, 17 March. Bless them for their interest.
Turns in my personal life in later March and most of April--mostly, my landing a good-paying job--precluded my doing much of anything to advance these causes. Long ago, I had set a deadline of 30 April for making it happen this year. Now it kind of has to be this year or nought, and I am running out of time. I did tidy up my other Alumni role, Awards Committee Chair, on Tuesday Night, 2 May. If only this duty were so easy.
I have played both these performances on the holodeck of my mind so many times. It'd be nice to see them become reality, be that a let-down or not. However, I know the performers will not be a let down.
I just wish people I contact would get back to me, yes or no. But, that need for closure has always extended to all aspects of my life. But not acknowledging is sometimes not just rude, but very wrong.
At some point, "Blues Quest" became "Blues Eve"--have an upcoming band open and have a seasoned blues performer be the main act. I was fortunate that my contact with DCR, the bluegrass band, produced a blues/ rock band connection (reconnection). The band's leader offered to open for free. After speaking with my alumni coordinator, we decided we would have to pay them.
Because of my personal situations in April '06, I got little done in that month and was willing to extend the quest into May. I began working on my last list of of angels. I was requested to create a "Letter of Intent" for our popcorn vendor. I awaited my request to the College to provide sound and light.
After a ten-day wait, the College informed me it was unwilling to support the concerts with sound reinforcment and lighting. I forwarded the one-paragraph reply to my Alumni President, and I fully explained my personal situation. I offered to go ahead and send my e-mail out to the possible angels, but he felt it was just too late now for this year.
I was always of the opinion "if not now, then never." But, it seems these concerts just weren't going to gel--at least under my leadership, and especially now that my time was short.
I was really hoping to leave a legacy in my final HCC farewell, but this was not to be.
In an e-mail from Springfield, I reflected on my time in office and offered my immediate resignation, or to resign at the end of the Concert Season. Our Alumni President wants me to give it some time and stay on thru the season. I contemplated resigning effective in later June, as this would allow my successor some additional time to plan 2007.
I then contacted DCR, who were keeping the date open. The good news is that they have landed a spot on the Wheeling Jamboree in 2007. I will write the other bands that have kept up an interest in performing this year. Two were willing to come for FREE; the other other two others were willing to reduce expenses for us.
My true regret is for the acts. I really wanted this to happen, to prove I could do this. I wanted to get a paying job doing this type of thing. Maybe I should not have agreed to take this on, but for all the smoke it turned out to be, it kept me going through a difficult period of time.
People seem to be very understanding about my leaving to concentrate of my new personal challenges. But, as usual, I have a hard time letting go. And that's just what I have to do now.
On Sunday, 11 June, I volunteered at the first concert. People seemed glad to see me--after a surprise headlock from Lance Mulligan and the usual general crabbiness of the crew as we set up.
After dissent, they surprised me by asking my popcorn guy back for the Celtic concert. I waited on some people, got in a rhythm, helped thank the band, and noted some needed painting.
I came up with a grand improvement scheme. So, I will wait on resigning--at least I will see one concert at a time....
Oh, I can see I will die in office. They will bury me under the Amphitheater stage. It be my Westminster Abbey....
In the Fall of 2006, I never found sposnorship, and no other member of the Association came through with any help--and I did ask.
After a grand "debate" on whether to continue searching for sponsorship, which seemed like an inquisition, I myself made a motion to scrap having any private concerts in 2007. Joyce Ott seconded, and the motion carried.
Besides my help at concessions and clean-up of the amphitheater facilities, my only impact was in getting an outside popcorn vendor. The Health Department was going to require he pay a $25 special permit for each concert, instead of a more economical permit good for one year. As his net profits were already low on this endeavor, he bowed out of future events with us, with regrets.
On Sunday, 17 June, former Alumni President Wayne Taylor was sworn in as the new Vice President--Amphitheater. (We were both on the Nominating Committee this year--it was the only post we could not fill. Neither of us, being on the Nominating Committee, should have been eligible--the reason I volunteered to sit on the Committee. So, we set aside the charter.) Wayne had programmed the military bands for the past four years anyway. Truly, he's been doing the job already.
So, I finished out my term. I even volunteered for many of the Summer 2007 events and finished by helping with concessions at the Kepler Theater Lobby for the fall play by the Robinwood Players.
Eugenia Marie had picked up a nail.
In its repair, I am driving a loaded Sonata.
Although Marie was very quickly repaired--for $16.91!--I believe I will keep "Jen"--pronounced "Jzen" as the French "j" sound--thru my tests in Springfield.
"Eugenia" is for one of my early physical therapy assistants, who Americanized her name to "Jane" from "Eugenia."
Arguably, I should have named my substitute car "Amy." But "Amy" just isn't a car name.
Oh, how Jen can climb South Mountain with ease!
License to Kill! After 1½ years of living in the Quaker State, I got my ID papers together and headed up to Chambersburg to transfer my license over. [The law mandates getting it done within 60 days of residency. Awww....] There were two hours I will never get back, standing in line 95% of that time. The system is badly broken.
My luck was getting a new Social Security card (accidentally thrown out) before going in. It seems the website states an SS card is an option to prove identity, but the manager there--picture a gruffer Dennis Farina--requires it.
I passed the cursory eye examination. Read the second line--that was it.
So I go from a mere driver's license to a license to kill. If you've driven with (or near) a Pennsylvania driver, you don't need that explained to you.
And someone, someone, please enact a legislation to ban anyone who is unable to get a license by age from setting foot in the DMV. Why must anyone put up with loud, unattended kids in such a place? It is unfair. If finding a sitter is a hardship for a parent, too bad. I am tired of footing the bill and enduring the rudeness for your lack of a reliable condom.
Remember, we ban children from bars. Why not the crowded DMV?
INJURY! By chance, he parked on High Street in Duncannon, PA--and this turned out to be the AT. He walked across this long, narrow river town, crossed Sherman Creek, and was surprised to find the AT turns from flat pavement to a rabbit path up a steep mountain. He climbed but maybe five yards onto the path, then started back. At the very last stone before pavement, he somehow tripped and went sailing onto the road, landing on hands and knees, ripping his new track suit at the knees.
He sat there a moment and assessed. His knees were fine, and skin was not broken on his palms. But when he got up, he discovered his left ankle pained him. But, the car was across town, at least two miles away. He walked it, or limped it. Later in Shippensburg, he discovered a tennis ball for his outer ankle and half a tennis ball for his inner ankle. His friend Gail Chapin, a nurse practioner, gave him the bad news: severe sprain.
After some RICE treatment by Gail Sunday night, he went to work late and has it wrapped in an ACE bandage. He got out Mr. Cresston, his old cane, and is using that.
The range of movement is limited; the pain is annoying; but the prognosis is good.
Week Two: Relapse. Possibility of getting a blood clot if I don't stop hiking on it. Golly, I need a wife. What's it like to wear shoes on both feet?
Week Three: Sunday, 23 October, I wore a shoe on my left foot for the first time since Sunday the 9th. The same shoes I tripped in. The swelling has subsided a great deal as the week progressed.
On the 23rd, I also went back to the scene of the accident. Although it was not quite how I remembered it, I still don't know for certain what caused the fall. The stone was higher and not as near the road as I remembered.
My ankle area still hurts, and is somewhat swollen. The bruise is disappearing without going from black to red and blue to yellow. It skipped the yellow part.
Weeks Four & Five: The swelling is down, but the lower leg/ankle/foot continue to act up at times. Perhaps I have (or had) a hairline fracture? Putting my legs together while sitting (to catcha nenvelope that slipped from my hand) brought a sharp jolt to my brain.
Spring 2006: The leg, it seems, is heeled. I walked six miles down in Washington, DC on Friday, 24 March, and have walked the Cumberland Valley Rails to Trail. I have taken my nighttime constitutional around Greencastle on a warm spring night too. Perhaps I can lose the weight gained from not being able to exercise during the fall and winter.
I hope the leg healed correctly, and that it will not give me trouble in my older years.
Afterwards, he walked from Boiling Springs northwards to PA Route 74 and back.
As of Monday, 19 September, he has now walked all of the Trail from the north side of the I-81 overpass (north of I-76, the Pennsylvania Turnpike) south to Jefferson Rock, Harpers Ferry, WV--most in both directions. The two sections hiked only in one direction will, of course, be hiked in the lacking direction--it will irk him until he has done those sections both ways too.
Previous Trail Goal updates include:
On Monday, 4 July, Brian hiked from Whiskey Spring Road southeast of Boiling Springs, PA to the Rocks, where he encountered a large drop on the Trail. As he turned back, he encountered a large snake on the Trail. The black snake graciously slithered off, and after replenishing at his car, Brian hiked north to the Alex Kennedy Shelter. Nearing his "base camp"--the car, Brian "blew" the left insole on his belovèd sandals. He buried the insole alongside the Trail. It was very humid though not hot. He washed up in the spring at the AT and Whiskey Spring Road, then went to his nephew's for a Fourth of July get-together.
On Monday Afternoon, 22 August 2005, Brian walked from Boiling Springs Park southwards to the Alex Kennedy Shelter (blue) Trail, thus linking the north sections of his quest. The new sandals did fine, climbing Center Point Knob, elevation 1,060 feet, as well as the smaller knob. He has now walked from PA 74 south to "The Rocks" just south of Whiskey Spring Road. The final steps would be from PA 94 north to "The Rocks"....
I threw twenty-one bowls for the Potters Bowl--ten on Sunday, 8 January with a Brent and eleven the following Sunday with a spanking new Shimpo Whisper. About half with 153; the other half with brown stoneware. The Shimpo wheel is exceptionally quiet. Clean-up was a true mess though. The bat nuts loosened on my shake-down "cruise," but it did not bother my throwing. The pedal is not as precise on speeds as I would expect.
I also threw a small wide vase from the brown and a bud vase from 153 reclaim.
I trimmed the twelve works thrown on the 15th from the 17th thru the 22nd, driving about thirty miles (one way) almost each night. Ben showed me an interesting foot treatment using the fettling knife. I made a few innovations in my "carvings."
The 23 works were bisqued on Wednesday, 1 February, after a week's delay.
On Thursday, 2 February, Ben's interns unloaded the kiln and my works were on the table in a group when I arrived at 8:30 pm or so. All were there! There was a lot of kiln dust to get off, but so what. And, it's official: I have 23, not 22 works. The bewilderment was from labeling two as "U"s. Only my "squared oval" brown stoneware bowl had a crack; Ben said it'd be fine.
I began glazing several, trying out this studio's home glazes. My first, Shaner's Red betrayed me. Too thin. Ben recommended a second dip. It remained too thin (or broke) at the rims on the two I used it on. It still had not dried at transfer to a shelf, and came off on me. Touch up is needed.
This St. John's Black applied well--oh, please don't crawl.
The janitor got a tour of my collection, and liked the works!
I must work tomorrow--and so I must go home. 'Tis a long drive, and I must stop at Wal-Mart too.
The Bowl log continues at The Brian Simmons Potters Bowl 2006 Report. I hope to have pictures of the ones yet to be donated--perhaps part of the '07 contribution--on this website anon.
The past two generations have been all boys. In March 2006, we confirmed Luke's child would be a boy. Ah, an heir....
On Monday Morning, 10 April 2006, Becky's water broke, and she went to the hospital, four weeks early. The boy was now expected Tuesday.
Although the hospital has moved to a new venue, this boy would enter the world at the hospital where his grandfather, Great Uncle Bill, Uncle Bobby, and great-grandmother Barbara were born.
Becky's first child came early, but oh-so-slowly. She finally delivered this premie at 11:30 am Tuesday--25 hours of labor. Her two epidermals did not alleviate her pain, but she muddled through. She was sore and was released from the hospital on Thursday, 13 April.
The boy was healthy at five pounds even, 17½ inches long. He was having some difficulty breathing and was placed on a ventilater for a while. The prognosis was good.
Finding an e-mail message that Monday night, I now frantically researched appropriate names--I thought I had a little more time. My true preference: naming him after my father. But I offered other singular suggestions as well. No, I did not suggest naming him after myself; the closest I came to that was "Boone Scott,' my parents' second choices for my name.
My at-the-scene news source--the lad's Uncle Bobby--indicated during the long labor that the front runner was "Brandon Lee Simmons," a combination of my grandnephew's parents' middle names. With a "B" first name, I can accept this.
Indeed, the proud parents did name the lad "Brandon Lee Simmons."
The decision was made to remove the breathing apparatus. By none other than Master Brandon Simmons himself, who pulled the tubes out. His medical team concurred.
Another story so far: he played "keep-away footsie" with a nurse trying to fit him with disposable socks. This boy has an ornery streak. It was expected; I can respect that.
As to what he will call me, I have registered my dibs on the title of "Grunc" (GRandUNCle).
I hoped to meet my new nephew on Easter Sunday. As a parent had to be at the NICU to get in, I waited all afternoon. The lad's grandfather and I went to Bennigan's for Easter dinner, then I drove us down to the hospital--I hadn't ever been to this new facility.
We waited in the Clatinoff Waiting Room. Becky and Luke went in. After scrubbing [ooh, free hand sanitizer!], I got to see him. He was in an incubator, just moved from NICU (2nd floor) to the NICU annex (1rst floor). Brandon was awake for his feeding, but did not get cranky as I talked with him. I introduced myself as his granddad's much younger brother... I acknowledged that Brandon had many other uncles, but told him he would find I was probably "all the uncle he needed."
He tried to keep his eyes open during my five-plus minute monologue. It looked like a little smile there at one point. This is a very polite and considerate child.
I am quite impressed. I hope to hold that little loaf of bread next time I go home.
Brandon was released from the hospital on Friday, 21 April 2006 and was doing fine.
I tried to see him on Saturday, 6 May but to no avail. This after driving to Willow Pond Farm in Fairfield for a honey jar for his parents--and then going to (south) Gettysburg to Boyd's Bears to find the right teddy bear for the lad. Boyd's Bear on a SATURDAY. Yikes. I decided on a medium-sized bear wearing a Princeton University sweatshirt. The bear is just the right size--too big to eat, too small to intimidate, and it plants the seed of higher learning in the lad. I would have chosen Duke, or some lesser fallutin' school, but they only had certain schools.
The honey was left with my nephew's father, who was kind enough to treat me to dinner as consolation. The bear would stay with me (in my car's trunk) until I could present it in person.
On Sunday Afternoon, 21 May 2006 I got to hold him for the first time! We were both at a family get-together at his Uncle Bobby's. Brandon currently weighed 6½ pounds. Although I needed to leave, I stayed. I wasn't going to hand him back over until requested.
The boy squirms, but is still just focusing on objects within one foot. So, he paid little attention to me or "Bentley Bear." He did try to stare at me when I held him. He did not fuss. I like this kid: polite and low-key.
Brandon's foot is the size of my thumb--and I have small hands.
His Uncle Bobby and I discussed nicknames. South Park's "Butters" may be used. I also joked about getting someone to do Brandon's voice, as in the Look Who's Talking Now movies. I do a David Lee Roth imitation... but now he's free from the radio show, maybe Roth can do it himself....
As of Friday, 2 June, Brandon weighed 8½ pounds, according to my brother (Brandon's granddad).
Brandon was at his Uncle Bobby's Fourth of July celebration. I witnessed the boy crying--he can make noise! And what continually changing facial expressions!
I had the privilege of holding him, first walking about Bobby's large back yard, then in a rocker/glider on Bobby's backyard patio.
His parents, who took many a photo of us, confirmed I had the touch: Brandon did not fuss at all with me. Indeed, he fell asleep.
It was not much of a secret: I simply combined the Simmons' loves of rocking and a back rub.
The lad may have opened his eyes for a firework or two--he may even had seen a few of the ones his dad lit off.
On Tuesday, 4 July 2006, his mother, Becky, reported the doctor declared Brandon well and weighing 11 pounds on his last examination.
Brandon was doing well on his first birthday, Wednesday, 11 April 2007. He was starting to pull himself up, using furniture, and was strengthening his legs by "jumping" when one held him. He was find with all the family there, at his parents' apartment. (I was taking a two-day design class in Elkridge, MD and stayed overnight in Jessup--yes, I kind of planned that.)
At his uncle's wedding reception on Saturday Evening, 21 July, Brandon was walking on his own. His mom reported he'd been walking for about three weeks. He's fall down on the yard's uneven grass, but would pick himself up and go on without fussing. Also, he'd lost some baby fat--he's gone from being a baby boy and is becoming a small boy.
I arrived on Monday, 3 July 2006 to see that the water cooler and trash can had been moved and that a small bistro/café table with two chairs had been squeezed into that space.
Although we have been at the locale since 2000, and the seating is meant for all the employees, this was done for me. I am really touched: no employer has ever done such a thing for me.
I now refer to the space as "Brian's Bistro," in imitation of "Chez Jacques" on Will & Grace.
PROMOTED! Surviving the "Presidents' Day Massacre"--lay-offs that resulted from the decline in the housing market--last-hired Brian not only remained with the company, but, only nine months after coming aboard, became the senior coordinator on the company's second-largest account.
The Archives, a.k.a.: The Older News
Beginning year two, and now month to month, he will wait to move again, letting the choice be dictated by his next job....
Brian briefly went to work for a large temporary services company in Frederick on Monday, 15 September 2003 and worked in a longer-term temping position at a major telecommunications concern.
In December 2003, he went to work for a major home builder, via another staffing agency. He started out substituting in Urbana for a day, then worked in Middletown, Maryland a few weeks. Pennsylvania for a large builder, via a staffing agency. He sought and got transferred to their nearby Pennsylvania development in later December. He served as first (and usually only) contact there thru October 2004.
In November 2004, his hours there were decreased, as a licensed sales rep returned to step up the selling, so he stepped up his plans to find greener pastures.
He continued to seek a permanent, full-time position in order to get on with his career.
The position, when nearly full-time, offered its slow periods, which he spent reading (including The Bible), playing billiards, and writing.
Within one week in early January 2005, he learned that not only was he not promoted into the company as hoped, but also that his position at the builder was being phased out division-wide.
He scrambled to find another position and, by the end of January, had landed a better-paying part-time job working for the U. S. Department of Commerce's Census Bureau. He was promoted (without financial gain) in mid-February.
He worked both jobs until summer, averaging 44 hours each week, six days a week. The model home coordinator position was phased out for a time, but he continued to work there sporadically as a substitute.
Brian's Census temporary contract was not renewed and his last day there was Saturday, 6 August. He had already lined up new work as a model home coordinator and was near full-time employment by month's end.
The following months have had him working over 40 hours. He works 5½ days a week. In mid-November, he has settled for a 39 hours per week. His permanent venue, Stone Mill Estates, closed out in mid-February, and he has since been a "circuit rider" for Ryan, save his work in Chambersburg. He currently serves as sales support and has done some event planning for the company.
T O B E D E T E R M I N E D
His GOALS are eleven-fold.
I went to my car on Saturday, 17 June 2006, started to roll, and discovered my right rear wheel was flat. Thank goodness I got home Friday night--ill as I was--before the air ran out.
I turned in my Maryland Drivers license on Tuesday, 2 May 2006.
On Sunday, 9 October, Brian went on a driving expedition to scope out possible parking spots for hiking the Appalachian Trail to the Susqehanna River.
LINKAGE COMPLETION!
On Monday Afternoon, 5 September 2005, Brian hiked from PA Route 94 north on the Appalachian Trail (AT) to "The Rocks." To make sure this formation and spot were where he left off on 4 July, he went back and hiked the AT south from Whiskey Spring Road south to "The Rocks." It was indeed the linkage!
On Tuesday Afternoon, 28 June, Brian hiked the Appalachian Trail from High Rock south to its intersection with the Devil's Racecourse Trail. On Wednesday Afternoon, 29 June, Brian braved the humidity and hiked from Pine Grove Road South to the promontory that was the northern terminus from his May trek. He has now walked all of the Trail in Maryland. Moreover, he has now walked all of the Trail from Jefferson Rock, Harpers Ferry, WV to PA Route 94. (A six-mile stretch just south of Caledonia was walked in only one direction, as the evening approached last fall and he walked back to his car via PA 233. The stretch from Pen Mar to High Rock was also in one direction, walked Friday Evening, 17 June 2005.)
POTTERS BOWL '06
I made an early commitment to the 2006 Potters Bowl. I would be throwing in a new venue, in a new state. Uh, where's my SureForm™ Pocket Blade?
NEXT GENERATION
Cradles in Pennsylvania--and Maryland! In Summer 2005, my nephew Bobby announced he would begin the process to adopt a child. In October 2005, he flew out to Oregon for the preliminaries--however, that month also brought the news that his little brother Luke would beat him to the punch: Luke and Becky were expecting their first child in May 2006.
Brian's Bistro
I have been standing up in the kitchenette at work to eat lunch. (I'm a messy eater, and I don't want to take my meal back to my computer desk space.)
AT COMPLETION, 2004!
On Saturday, 29 May 2004, Brian completed the last segment of the Appalachian Trail necessary to claim that he has hiked the AT from Black Rock in Maryland to Jefferson Rock in West Virginia. (That is: from north of U. S. 40, past U. S. 340, to across the Potomac River!) More
CHANGE IN LOCALE
Brian left Hagerstown--and Maryland--after over seven years on Wednesday, 29 September 2004. He took a one-year-lease on a better residence in south-central Pennsylvania.
THE JOB FRONT
Brian left his job at the William M. Brish Library at the end of August 2003 (officially, on Tuesday, 2 September 2003). What took him 2½ years to do a few years ago had to now be done in three weeks: find another job....
His last day there was Saturday, 25 October 2003. He is amazed that he withstood the position as long as he did, as it was physically demanding to be on his feet all the time he worked. The job was also rapid-fire, yet unchallenging on many levels.
RECIPE PUBLISHED
His "Hemingway Beans" recipe is included in Anne Douglas' (nom de plume of Shirley Hamilton) first cookbook. She has started a second book, and asked for another recipe, which he has yet to think about
POTTERS BOWL '05
At least 11 of his Potters Bowl bowls turned out for February's event, which raised more money for Hagerstown's Community Free Clinic than ever. He took his friend Rita.
SELECTION
The Hagerstown Community College Alumni Association selected Brian to be a Vice President for 2005--2007. He was sworn in on Saturday, 18 June. His main duties are to program the Alumni Amphitheater--and to find funding for the programs.
LINGERING QUESTIONS
A N S W E R E D
Given success, will I seek revenge, or turn back to the better angels of my soul?
How about: if given nothing to lose, but the same choice? [Hint: failure or gain, I always feel I have little to lose....]
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