The
gloaming comes early in this part of the world. Combine the northern latitude
with the wintry times and it gets dark mid-afternoon in northwest England. The
sun is usually a rare sighting any time of year, although it was unseasonably
delightful yesterday and there have been silvery glints in the sky. Today the full impact of English weather is on
display with blustery winds and rain that comes in fits and spurts, nothing
full on and nothing quite clear, just a muddling through the day. Other parts
of England are suffering through severe flooding caused by Storm Frank. Nantwich
has been largely spared, although the winds that left my face raw red
after my run was cause for some excitement in this sleepy little town. They
will be talking about the fierce storm of 2015 for decades to come in the pubs
of Nantwich. Not only was an elderly man’s hat blown clear across the street, the
winds did blow over a tree. This offensive tree just happened to be front of
the apartment of our hosts’ daughter and throughout the day she was comforted
and congratulated for her bravery by friends and family.
The boss
of Team VFH, is currently in England visiting her daughter and son-in-law and
their 11 month old child. Work commitments have me here Stateside until
tomorrow when I fly out to Manchester out of Philadelphia.
THE CROWN HOTEL, NANTWICH
This is
an over the hills and through the woods excursion across the pond and hearts
and minds will brim with warm thoughts and embraces and another chance to see
the young grandson that has Janet’s heart on a string. I’ll be there for just 6
days, so there’s not much time for exploring. Usually I am loath to return to a
destination because it is such a big world and there is so much to see, but this particular trip to Nantwich, Chesire in the UK is all about family.
Nantwch
is about 40 miles south of Liverpool and I was last there for the kid’s wedding
at the Crown Hotel, a 16th century building that leans into High
Street like a drunken sailor. Our visit this time to this charming, quiet town
will no doubt include several trips to “The Gun”, The Rifleman, the favored pub
of our hosts. They’ll be little time for anything else. I understand our NYE
celebration will include a pub crawl and then a gathering at the square before
St. Mary’s Church to hear the New Year chime in as we all link arms to sing a
drunken version of Auld Lang Syne. ….before going back to the pubs.
I would be remiss if I allow this date to pass without acknowledging how it changed my life and set me on an around the world course, literally. Twice!
Today is the 100th birthday of Frank Sinatra.
For a relatively brief stint in his illustrious career I worked for him as his teleprompter operator. Some may scoff that he couldn’t remember all his lyrics and I say that every night the orchestra would unfurl their sheet music to play such standards as “I’ve Got The World On A String” and “Under My Skin.” I obviously make a joke that I was The Mind behind The Voice, but it was a necessary job.
The cultural icon was born in Hoboken, NJ in 1915 and always had some difficulty remembering lyrics. During his shows he used to tell a story about his time as a singing waiter at The Rustic Cabin in Englewood Cliffs, NJ and tried to sing a Cole Porter song for the man and his entourage, but forgot the lyrics.
And, that’s where I come in, at least in 1986. Prompting is an easy fix for flawed memories, especially during the swirl and commotion of a live event
My five years with Mr. Sinatra took me to places I never would have hoped to visit. He took me to Australia three times, Japan twice. I cut a wide swatch through Europe in our tours; countries like Austria, Monaco, Finland and Italy, among many, many others. Had I not worked a show in Des Moines I doubt I would ever have visited Iowa.
Yes, traveling on Sinatra’s dime had its perks and as the founding father of Vacations From Home traveling to such varied and exotic locations was quite alluring, especially since I only had to pay for my beer. My passport brimmed with stamps. Yeah, there was work, but that never got in the way of exploring with days off. We once traveled to Italy for five weeks and did all of five shows while there. We would travel to Las Vegas, Reno, Atlantic City or London for a week at a time, which allowed me to travel my fledgling family in for mini-vacations. These were good times.
So, happy birthday Francis Albert Sinatra. I am sure there’s a rip-snorting party going on right now!
Sorry I
didn’t get to this until now. I have been too busy imbibing Beaujolais Nouveau.
It is the third Thursday in November after all.
For the
sober and uninformed or, ahem, boorish reader, the uncorking of this young wine
at the stroke of midnight on the third Thursday of November has grown from a
local phenomenon in the bars and bistros around Beaujolais and Lyon to a
world-wide celebration. Nouveau is the first wine from the past year’s harvest
and is meant to be drunk young, before the next year’s harvest, and meant to be
drunk while better Beaujolais take their good old time aging. Picked quickly,
rapidly fermented and speedily bottled, Beaujolais Nouveau has bided its time
until TODAY!
(French law since the 50’s states that this is
the earliest the Nouveau can be released. The regulation used to have November
15 as the date, but was changed to this third Thursday to allow the partying to
readily flow into a weekend.)
Yes, the uncorking of this young fruity wine on
this date is cause for parties and fireworks in France and with the frivolous
celebration now extending beyond France the “race” to export the Nouveau has
led to gimmicky deliveries via the Concorde, by elephant or a hot air balloon. Yes, it
may be all a marketing ploy, but Nouveau is best served slightly chilled, and
gulped rather than critiqued; which lends itself to a festive air and a gathering of friends whether
self-proclaimed oenophiles or not.
So, if you
are unable to fly into France for this silly wine event to take dinner at Paul
Bocuse’s L’Auberge du Pont de Collonges in Lyon for some of his Nouvelle
Cuisine, know you can simply pick up a bottle or three of Beaujolais Nouveau,
flip open a pizza box with
friends and party like it is well, the day the nouveau has arrived!!!
Your
humble
scribe of all things cheap and fun hasn’t had much fun lately. I’ve been
sequestered in the dark cold confines of control rooms busily working, working,
working. I’m “tapped out,” as it were. But, I know there is a big world there,
like the one I see on TV, and people out there, somewhere, are having fun. If
freed from these chains of commerce though, I have a fun wish list a mile long,
but as this is October I’ll whittle it down to two favorites, Oktoberfest and
apple picking.
GET YOUR OOMP-AH ON
Oktoberfest
begins with the proclamation “O’Zapft Is!”… It is tapped. And, that’s about as
much information about the traditions and history of this 16 day German
celebration here. You can read about how it began in Munich in the early 1800’s
elsewhere. You can fret that in America the beers served at the myriad of
copycat fairs and harvests and Oktoberfests around the country may not have
been brewed within the city limits of Munich or that German purity laws, or
Reinheitsgebot, are ignored, but I won’t. You may even say that Oktoberfest
begins in September and should be over by now, that no matter how many German
Oomp-ah bands honk and chortle, no matter how many people cavort in a chicken
dance, eat pretzels, follow around the two guys dancing with a roasted pig on a spit over their shoulders, no matter how many Alphorns warble, it can’t be
Oktoberfest because it’s over! I say, I’m gonna elbow past you to get to the
bar.
If I
get out of this dark room anytime soon I’m going to try to hit three different
places.
Zeppelin Hall Biergarten
One is
the Zeppelin Hall Biergarten, 297 Grand Street, Jersey City, NJ. It’s loud and
airy and a lot of fun. Live bands, but no lederhosen. It’s more hipster than
anything else, but the array of beers is fascinating. They claim to have
Oktoberfest festivities through to the next October.
More
traditional in its beer offerings, the Radegast Hall & Biergarten has a lot
of German beers on tap. Located on the
corner of North Third and Berry in the hipster capital of the world,
Williamsburg, Brooklyn, Radegast is vast, with live bands, but still no lederhosen. Food is
exceptional here. Spring for the Currywurst or Venison Sausage!
The
Oktoberfest experience in Stoudt’s, North Reading Road, Adamstown, PA, is much
more traditional and worth the long drive out there. Indeed, here you’ll find
men in Lederhosen and families doing the chicken dance. They serve only their
beer here, but when the two guys with a roasted pig on a spit slung between
their shoulders shimmy along the dance floor you’ll swear you hit the jackpot
by saving on the airfare to Munich. $30 gets you 3 drinks and a mug and all the knee slapping fun you can handle.
Their
Oktoberfest goes on every Sunday through to the end of the month.
Apple
picking is fun and I’ve been doing it for years with the kids. I remember great
times trolling the rows with the kids communicating via walkie talkies as to
where to find the best apples. Countless families have similar experiences, but
for me what makes Tree-Licious in Port Murray, NJ special is its solitude.
The rolling hills make for beautiful scenery and the rural setting makes for
sparser crowds. There have been times our only other contact while at the farm was their Yellow Lab who would lope along with us. Supposedly they are only open on the
weekend, but we always managed to talk our way in during the week. (There we
go, the chains of commerce forcing me to work weekends even back then…sigh).
It’s too late for their Apple Festival held
last weekend, but you can pick apples until November 22nd.. Come for
the apples, the cider and fresh baked goods, or just hang out in this beautiful
setting in western Jersey. Earlier in the growing season you can pick your own
peaches, plums and pears and for the first time this year through Halloween you can pick
your own pumpkins.
This
weekend, October 17th, Tree-licious is holding their final Farm to
Table dinner of the year. This BYOB series, features food grown on the farm,
costs $35 per person. There will be live music.
The
Aloha spirit is pervasive in Hawaii, thankfully. We could all learn from living
with Aloha. Smiles are in abundance in Hawaii and a relaxed attitude permeates
the very air no matter what the heck is going on. From native to local and (hopefully)
tourist alike, the Aloha spirit is everywhere, off-setting the idiosyncrasies
of life. No matter what is going on, keeping the Aloha spirit will get you
through the day. A volcano is spewing lava and threatening your home and the
very island? Acceptance through Aloha and all will be fine. What will be will
be many will say. Lava is now covering the road, but sparing your homestead? It
must be the provenance of good Aloha in your life!? After the lava decides to
go off in another direction your house is now at the end of the road with
nothing but miles of black cooled lava flow afterwards? Why this is a great
reason to throw a party.
Uncle Robert
PARTY AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
There is nothing else south of the Big Island of Hawaii for
thousands of miles, except Antarctica, and clinging to the very edge of this
island, that is growing daily from the Kilauea Volcano lava flow, is the
partially hewed town of Kalapana. When the world’s largest shield volcano
started its unpredictable eruption in 1983 it buried much of the town of
Kalapana, but spared the homestead of Uncle Robert Keli‘iho‘omalu. Before
this current eruption Uncle Robert’s compound was already a place for weekend parties
and music for his family and friends, but now the tradition continues for
anyone who comes to the edge of the world where the Kalapana-Kapono Road
abruptly stops. Whether native, local, or tourist, everyone is accepted at the
weekly Wednesday night party at Uncle Robert’s Farmer’s Market and Awa Bar.
When we
began to research the Big Island as a possible destination last summer, the
Wednesday night event that is Uncle Robert’s Farmer’s Market was mentioned
several times by possible AirBnB hosts. At first we did not think much of it,
but after three or four “mentions” we decided to go to experience this Hawaiian
block party.
Uncle
Robert’s homestead was spared the lava flow in 1990 and now this farmer’s
market was THE destination on a Wednesday night in the Puna District. More than simply arts and crafts and food,
although we ate some of the best seared Tuna in Hawaii while there, Uncle
Robert’s Farmer’s Market is a party, with live bands and dancing late into the
night.
Your immersion in the Aloha spirit is inescapable at Uncle Robert's and we quickly understood why this party was on the lips of many in the Puna District. In all our travels in Hawaii, going to Uncle Robert's was for me the closest ideal of a Hawaiian experience. Going to a luau was fun for it's history, but this farmer's market/block party was more Hawaiian for its Aloha. At Uncle Robert's you are partying WITH the natives, while at a luau you're watching them perform. As word gets out, Uncle Robert's Farmer's Market as a destination grows in popularity. Area
resorts have begun to bus patrons in to this weekly fete. It is free to attend
except for a small parking fee and whatever you spend on food, crafts and
alcohol. It begins in the early afternoon and throbs late into the night. Pull
up a bench seat and listen to live music, peruse the stands for food or
trinkets, or take a short walk along the cooled black lava to the beach that
did not exist 20 years ago. You can bring your own drinks or purchase beer,
mixed drinks or Awa at the thatched roof bar. No one cares. Everyone brims with
smiles and it is a wonderful night. It is a true Hawaiian experience and should
be on the do to list for anyone visiting the area. Mix with locals and natives
and your tourist outlook will swiftly melt away.
Stirred in with the revelry of the night is a little political news about the Kingdom of
Hawaii. Those attending who are not familiar with the history of the annexation
of this island chain are given a bit of news about the sovereignty movement. A sign near the entrance to the farmer's market proclaims this land as the Kingdom of Hawaii.The information that is shared with the crowd is just a few notes; no one is militant about it; but it is met with applause before the music begins anew. You can follow the Kingdom's agenda here:
Sadly Uncle Robert Keli'iho'omalu passed away earlier this year,
but his Aloha spirit lives on. The farmer's market party is every Wednesday.
For me, personally, it was a highlight of our trip. We left Hawaii just two
days after going to Uncle Robert's making our departure for the mainland much
more difficult.
Your favorite mooch crew
is house sitting for friends in Milford, Delaware this week. We’ve been here
before and it is a comfortable setting. Their development is approximately 20
miles from Lewes, the first of the ocean beachs and so it is not a lighthearted decision
to head out there. When Route 1 and 9 and later route 24 converge in Lewes
traffic is a mess. The phrase Slower Lower Delaware is kind of appropriate. Beach
traffic, outlet shopping traffic and general back and forth traffic as well as
the time of day or day of the week weighs heavily in planning a day around here
in Slower Lower Delaware.
GOING BACKWARDS
The other day we decided
to drive into Rehoboth Beach to ostensibly stroll along the boardwalk, although
we really had our eye on the Dogfish Head Brewpub. It stopped raining by the
time we reached the tony beach burg, but the traffic going through the
Lewes/Rehoboth Beach corridor was horrendous. Because of the rain there were a
lot of people heading to the outlet shopping malls that line route 1 in this
area. It took us half an hour to go three miles! I remarked that had we been
going any slower we would have been going backwards. Janet told me to shut up.
A HAPPY PLACE
Our patience with the
traffic was rewarded with a stop at Dogfish Head Brew Pub. While there Janet had
a black and tan of Chicory Stout and 90 minute IPA and I had a Burton Baton and
we shared Duck Poutine; fries covered with duck confit and gravy made from
their stout.
Today is Friday around 9
am. We’re heading out to the beaches soon. We are going to the “Tower” Beach
which is south of Dewey and so we figure if we leave now we’ll get there about
mid-afternoon. Our thinking is to shower
off the sand at a beach stall later and head to Big Fish to avoid “commuting”. Big Fish Grill in Rehoboth Beach is another of those "must" visit establishments here in Delaware. Great food and a great atmosphere.
A Small chain establishment.
We were there on wing night. $6.99 for 10. $1.00 extra for fries. Nice sampling of beers.
Friendly place. Sit outside along the Mispillion River! Nice setting.
Irish Eyes, Lewes
No visit to Delaware is
complete unless we stop at Irish Eyes along the canal. Typical shore bar. Not a
great selection of beers, but their happy hour prices are great. We had half
dozen oysters for $7.00
Modern Mixture 2, Milton
Cute setting in historic
quaint town. I had a burrito and Janet had coconut shrimp. Great margaritas and
a wonderful selection of Dogfish Head Beer; the brewery is just around the
corner. Reasonable prices.
Dogfish Head Brew Pub, Rehoboth Beach
We like this place
enough that we traveled there for a New Year’s Eve celebration! That night was a lot of fun.
Meding's Seafood, Milford
They are north of the
town on Route 1. You can easily find this place because it has a huge propeller
on the front lawn. Nice to not have to drive through the mess on Route 1 to get
a great meal. Thursday is oyster day. We shared fried oysters for an appetizer. Janet had
scallops and I had blackened catfish.
Today
in Phoenixville, Pennsylvania BLOBFEST begins. The weekend-long event has been
held yearly since 2000 to celebrate the 1958 cheesy science fiction horror film
THE BLOB. Much of the film was shot in Phoenixville. One unforgettable scene in
the movie is when the Blob, an alien amoeba that absorbs every living thing it
contacts and now massive, comes oozing out of the projection room at the
Colonial Theater and the audience runs screaming onto the street.
HEALTHFULLY AIR CONDITIONED
The
Colonial Theater is still on Bridge Street and the chaos of that scene in the
movie is recreated with the “Run Out” which kicks off BLOBFEST tonight. Prior
to the actual mayhem there is a stage show and screenings of The Shorty Amateur
Film/Trailer Contest. Shorty was the nickname of the film’s director, Irvin
Yeaworth. Sadly tickets for this coveted event are sold out, but you can hang
out on the street and watch the antics. The Run Out happens at 9 pm. But that’s
just the beginning of the hilarity for the weekend. All things Blob will
consume this vibrant burg as there will be live music in the streets and the
numerous pubs will be brimming. Tonight there is a Blob Ball being held at the
Great American Pub down the street from the Colonial Theater.
Saturday
there’s a street fair, with vendors selling all kinds of Blob
memorabilia, a costume contest and a parade of fire extinguisher wielders mid-afternoon! (Fire extinguishers were used in the movie to quell this
extraterrestrial foodie.)
Also on
Saturday double features will play at the Colonial. THE BLOB will be paired with
features like the Creature From The Black Lagoon and Abbott And Costello Meet
Frankenstein. Sunday there is yet another viewing of The BLOB and paired with
The Ghastly Love Of Johnny X…and afterwards there’s a Q&A session with the
director.
THE
BLOB was the sort of film created for the newly-established drive-in genre when
it was shot in 1958 and it starred a young Steve McQueen in his first
starring role. Paramount Pictures released “The Blob” as a
“B” or double feature along with “I Married A Monster From Outer Space”.
The
enduring popularity of The Blob is evident and not just in Phoenixville. It is
21st on IMDB’s most popular “B” Horror Films list.
For
those interested in taking a self-guided tour to filming locations for THE
BLOB.
Team
VFH tries to get the most out of spending the least and so our excursions are
usually wroth with activities and exploring adventures with little “down” time.
Relaxing on a vacation is a foreign concept as we run hither, thither, and yon.
Our reasoning is that we’ve spent so
much money we’d BETTER enjoy the trip and see EVERYTHING! Gosh, after our vacations
another vacation is needed for us to recover. With this current thinking about
currency and travel it has been a good long while that our main objective was
to simply relax on a vacation, but this was our very aim for our recent trip to
Marco Island in southwest Florida. We were traveling there with Janet’s
expansive family, including her new grandchild, so our antics would have to be somewhat
curtailed. We would not be able to just flit off on a whim. Janet warned me
that it could be boring, but looking back on our week is was a wonderful
time. Perhaps this is a new concept in
travel for us? Imagine…relaxing while on vacation.
Marco Island Beach
PATRICK TV
Courtesy
of Janet’s cousin the family was arrayed throughout several apartments of the
Charter Club of Marco Beach time share with our balconies overlooking the Gulf
of Mexico. The water was warm and placid the beach hard packed powdery white
sand with sea shells. We spent much of our days at the beach, either lounging
on the chaises we rented for the week from the club or lolling about in the
water just chatting with other family members.
Starfish
and sand dollars could be found in the water and shelling was a week-long
activity for us. Free activities at the Charter Club also included ocean kayaks
and paddleboards and Hobie Cats. We also went Parasailing, rented a Waverunner
for an hour and went on the Calusa Spirit Eco Tour through the 10,000 islands
of the Everglades, these last three, courtesy of the Marco Island Watersports.
Sunset from the porch
By far
though our favorite pastime throughout the week was watching the young Patrick,
Janet’s five month old grandson; frolic in the water or sleep on one of the
rented chaise lounges or flounce about in the pool. Some people like to toss a
ball or a Frisbee on the beach, but we took turns holding onto the cooing
Patrick. (Of course, when Patrick TV switched to the Creature Feature of the
day, he was foisted upon his Mom.)
Sea
turtles drag themselves onto land to lay their eggs. Nightly volunteers walk
the beach looking for signs of these large lumbering, endangered creatures and
their nests are cordoned off by police tape so they would remain undisturbed.
After 9 pm the curtains in the apartments are to be drawn tight so no light
would be emitted which would lure the turtle hatchlings away from the sea.
Evidently hatchlings are attracted by the heavenly lights reflected off the
water and any other artificial light will lead them astray and sadly to their
demise. We got a phone call one night telling us to close our curtains and one
time when we were out for dinner someone from the Charter Club entered our
apartment to draw the blinds. We were embarrassed that we had not done our
civic duty! No one wants to hornswoggle a baby turtle.
Sadly
the sectioned off nest sites were the only visible signs of the sea turtles. We
did not see any turtles swimming in the waters off shore, like we did last year
in Hawaii, although, we had the great fortune to see a manatee passing by one
morning, looking like a massive swimming potato. Dolphins were a regular
sighting. One afternoon while out on paddleboards, one dolphin breached a few
times within just a yard or two of us.
Little
silvery fish darted about in the surf line to poke at the sand kicked up by our
thrashing and curious schools of larger fish with black stripes on their back
circled us at times. If we remained still enough we could “pet” their tails as
they slowly swirled around us. The water was warm and gentle. On one occasion I
picked up a shell for collecting and discovered it was still occupied by the
original tenant. I had already taken the little fellow up to the room when his
foot nudged my hand looking to make a speedy escape. I marched him back down
to the gulf where incredibly there was another of his kind right there and they
began to fornicate.
She's a Manatee!
CONCH FRITTERS AND GROUPER!
We ate
a lot of seafood while in Florida although we did gravitate to less fancier
restaurants. Nonetheless the food was fresh and good wherever our palate
alighted.
I
insisted on getting conch fritters each time we went out although I was hoping
for a ceviche of the delicacy, but never found it on the menu. We had a full
kitchen in our apartments, but we never used the facilities except to keep our
beer and wine cold.
Here’s a
quick list of some places we ate during our week.
CAPRI
FISH HOUSE
I was
overdressed in my Aloha shirt as we sat at the water’s edge at this very casual
restaurant a few miles off Marco Island proper. The fritters were so so and
expensive, but the Grouper Sandwich was huge and was excellent. Ja net says her
fried oysters were “yummy.” Drinks, like Margaritas were reasonably priced. They
made a very good seafood chowder.
Locals
in the small community of Goodland, population 267 +/- tool around in golf
carts and the Little Bar Restaurant was hopping. There was a band playing
inside and hundreds of nutcrackers staring down from the walls approved of our
presence. This popular local joint served better fritters and Grouper Balls for
appetizers. Janet and I both had blackened Grouper drizzled with a mango curry
sauce. http://www.littlebarrestaurant.com/
THE
SNOOK INN
A very
popular Marco Island bar and restaurant, The Snook Inn is also located at the
water’s edge, although the seating was all out in the open. The other two had
screened in seating. A busy but convivial setting, the wait staff handled our
large group readily without getting too many of our drink orders wrong. The
menu was massive and varied. There was a seafood buffet but we all ordered. Great
fritters and spicy blackened Caribbean style Grouper for me. Afterwards we
posed for pictures along the dock.
It is
great sport to gather on the beach to watch sunsets in Southwest Florida. Marco
Island, our home for this week is on the Gulf of Mexico and the light here is
fantastic. Open air brilliant views of the vast sky and horizon. The clouds
change colors with the waning sun and people come down to the white sand beach
to see pinks and blues and yellows dapple on the water and glow in the clouds
and stand awestruck by the majestic display.
Each evening at
sunset we stop everything to stand in reverence.
THERE'S A BEVERAGE INVOLVED HERE The Dude and all his fellow Duderinos will be represented this Saturday, May 16, in South Philadelphia. I'm sure a number of Walters and Donnys will come along too, as they shuffle around East Passyunk Avenue seeking out the best White Russians and all for a worthy cause. This "Big Lebowski"-themed bar crawl will raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society and well, the Dude hates cancer.
This bar crawl has been going on since 2006 in Philadelphia and over the years this laid-back movement has extended into Buffalo, Cleveland, Los Angeles and San Francisco. The Dude Hates Cancer bar crawl has raised over $500,000 so far. You see, the Dude is NOT a nihilist and this cancer will not stand, man! NICE MARMOT The Dude is the character played by Jeff Bridges in the 1998 cult classic Coen Brothers film The Big Lebowski. Here's your opportunity to evoke the Dudeness in all his glory, drink a bit, go bowling and maybe win a prize! Being one of the top three fundraising "teams" of Dudes will get you that coveted thing, whatever it'll be. Go to their website for details:THE DUDE HATES CANCER
Later in the summer there will also be a Charity bowling tournament. The flat rate registration fee for that is for a team, three hours of bowling, free shoe rental, free t-shirt and free admission to the Jackie Treehorn After Party. Currently details for that event are sketchy, but follow them on Facebook for future details. B.Y.O BATHROBE To properly participate in this worthy cause this Saturday show up in your bathrobe (pajamas optional) at 12 noon at Stogie Joe's Tavern. For a $10 donation special "Dude" sunglasses will be sold and these sunglasses will get you drink specials at the seven bars participating in the event.
Philadelphia is a great beer town and the Dude is well the Dude. This winning combination is a good way to spend your Saturday afternoon. Come down and get a beverage.
Depending
on where you live, this weekend in Lambertville, New Jersey will either be a fun time or a
nuisance. Having lived in this beautiful river town for 26 years, Shad Fest,
held the last weekend in April, has been the source of civic pride, a 48 hour
party and a bane.
The population swells as visitors descend on this usually
quiet, artsy burg, rendering the downtown nearly immovable as pedestrians ply
the streets hovering over crafts for sale from vendors and children’s games,
music and food and beer tents. Parking for residents becomes prized
commodities. Local business establishments, mostly antique shops, complain they
lose out although the town brims with people. Lots of residents either avoid
the Festival or flee the town altogether for the weekend, while other residents
embrace it and partake in the antics. As my family grew we volunteered our time
and participated in some of the events; my daughter danced as part of the
ballet school ensemble one year; and invariably faces were painted, snacks were
consumed, Shad Fest shirts purchased (no matter how ugly they were) and bottles were filled with colored sands
to sit proudly on shelves at home.
my daughter in 1997
But,
overall and despite all the pros and cons, Shad Fest is a great excuse to
party. Sadly, my favorite stop, the River Horse Brewery beer tent closed down a
few years ago when River Horse moved into larger digs in Ewing. It was held in
the parking lot down by the canal and it was always crowded. I had to get there
early enough to get the commemorative pint glass before they sold out. This
weekend there will be several other beer tents set up around town, but none
will hold the cache of the River Horse Brewery. Resident block parties can be
found; live music blaring into the night; and there are a number of private
parties throughout town. I have been known to host a few of those. The end of the
night had my house littered with passed out revelers. It is a fun time even
without a perfunctory stroll through the Festival itself.
Shad Fest t-shirt
Shad
Fest began in the early 80’s as a celebration of the resurgence of the shad
population. For years there was an
oxygen block inspired by pollution in the Philadelphia area preventing this
fish from migrating upstream to spawn. The only commercial fishery along the
Delaware River is in Lambertville and they have been doing it since the 1800’s.
As pollution levels dropped, the shad came back and the celebration in town
began. There once were parades and Shad Kings and Queens, but now there are
arts and crafts and food and beer and parties. You can still see how they haul
for the shad in the time honored tradition during the Shad Festival on Lewis
Island just off Lambert Lane and you can get up close and personal with the
scaly critter either there or at many of the food stalls set up serving the
fish. Demonstrations by the Lewis Island crew are at 10:30 am and 1 pm on Saturday and 1 pm on Sunday, but if you miss
coming to the Shad Fest you can still watch and even help the crew seine for
the fish nightly for at least another month. They go out around 6 pm and 10:30
on Saturdays.
John Baker Shad
Lambertville
is an artistic community and her talent is on display during Shad Fest with
window displays in some of the shops and banners flying from the street lamps.
Amateur and professional artists also create posters for the festival. They are
put on display at the First Presbyterian Church Recreation room on North Union
Street and then auctioned off Sunday. The funds raised benefit an art
scholarship for area students pursuing a career in the arts. After the River
Horse Brewery beer tent, my second favorite activity was to look over the
posters. I once sat in on the auction and found the whole event too rich for my
pocketbook! Some of the art is absolutely incredible. Pictured here is a poster from this year submitted by Rita Koch.
Rita Koch
Then there's mine... not in the same ball park I know...
greg dunaj
Shad Fest is free to visit and starts tomorrow, rain or shine.
