Posted on January 1, 2005 in Festivals
Right on schedule, we went out on the deck, me lugging the organ pipe and the thunder tube, Lynn kissing a whistle and bearing two maracas in her hands. I blew and she blew. I twirled the thunder tube spring and the noise rolled down the street after the chittering swish of the maracas. When I stopped for a moment, I heard something that I never noticed before: the monks at St. Michael’s Abbey ringing the bells.
Happy New Year! May it bring light after the darkness of 2004.
While everyone else crowds Pasadena or the area around their television set, we’re making this a touring day. In past years, we’ve discovered that New Year’s is a great day to travel on: virtually no traffic!