Posts Tagged ‘Kenny Loggins’

IMG_8656I was sitting with my laptop, on my lap, my eyes on the computer screen. my ears on the strains of music.

I always look forward to PBS’s airing of A Capitol Fourth and enjoy the program; the music, the people, the tributes, and the memories.

I was relishing it all, from military bands to pop stars, my eyes wandering from computer screen to television screen, watching performers and attendees enjoy our national birthday party.

Kenny Loggins came on, first playing Convictions of the Heart, then rolling into Footloose. Not really a song one would expect on Independence Day, but, then, again, why not? We ARE free to dance where we want. Flash Mobs pop up and invade social media, those being “flashed” seem to enjoy them, but, I digress.

My feet always start to move when Loggins’ Footloose comes on, and I did right then;  I felt footloose and started dancing around, hoping I didn’t bump into the furniture, knock a lamp over, or bungle my back. Sometimes it is fun to just cut loose.

We saw Kenny Loggins in concert a few years ago. It was a wonderful outdoor concert at the Morton Arboretum. By the time the stars and fireflies came out, even  the trees were swaying to Danger Zone.

Kenny’s songs played often and loudly in our house. The House at Pooh Corner was a strong contenders for Katy’s father/daughter wedding dance. James (you know who) won out.

Kenny was singing, my toes were tapping, the Capitol rocked – and my memory wheel started turning back several decades to the year we spent the 4th of July, Independence Day, in Washington D.C. The girls were old enough to appreciate the trip, young enough to go along with all the historical venues (well, most of them).

We spent the entire day, July 4, touring D.C. sites, starting with the reading of the Declaration of Independence in front of the National Archives, and ending with the fireworks display on the Mall. We rode the trolley to Arlington National Cemetery, quietly taking in the rows upon rows of burial markers. We watched the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and also paid respects at the Kennedy graves, then onward to the Lincoln Memorial, which was full of people, the reflecting pond suddenly coming to life for me where it had been before only in historical photos, Forrest Gump, etc. We spent time at the Smithsonian’s museums and more changing of the guard at the National Archives. We spent time on the Mall, witnessed the Viet Nam Memorial, and listened to a bit of a character expound on why he was running for president . . . let’s just say there have always been characters running for president. This candidate wore a safari outfit, complete with a whip, like Indiana Jones, and he shared his arrest record.

Unplanned and unprepared, we found a spot on the lawn of Mall to wait for the fireworks – after we dined on the worst hot dogs imaginable and lived to tell about it! We sat on our sweatshirts, as we did not have blankets to place on the grass. Religious groups, aging hippies and folks from all walks of life and countries made what appeared like a human blanket on the nation’s lawn. It was really one big block party. I think the four of us will always remember it, though in different ways, with different but valid convictions in our hearts.




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I learned the word “drookit” from Janice in Caunes on her wonderful blog. We’ve been having a string of drookit days here on the Cutoff with rain and more rain under grey skies and clouds heavy with worry.

You see, I’ve been feeling a tad like Tigger when he lost his bounce. My words have been having a slow time coming out, stuck inside  me like a tummy ache after too much time in the honey pot. I know they are around here, somewhere, waiting to be said, just as soon as I can get back to Pooh Corner. So, bear with me, dear reader, as I find my way out of these woods.

In the meantime, won’t you please enjoy a bit of nostalgia with Kenny Loggins and I’ll work on getting my bounce back.

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It is raining here right now. Pouring, in fact. Pouring with lightening and rumbles of thunder. I still have pots to plant and hoped to finish the job on this longest day of the year. Instead, I’ll stay put and work on my garden descriptions for the walk. First, I wanted to tell you about last night.

Last night was clear with perfect temperatures around 65° and low humidity. A half-moon night with stars emerging over the tops of the trees as we sat on lawn chairs, eating a picnic supper and listening to familiar strains of Kenny Loggins. Jennifer graciously joined to celebrate Father’s Day with a outdoor concert at the Morton Arboretum.

I love the Morton. It brings nature and joy to so many who live in the region and to so many others who visit from faraway lands. Last year we visited the

Minnesota Landscape Arboretum, spring '09.

Minnesota Landscape Arboretum and as we rolled in to the ticket gate, we flashed our Morton’s card, and were waved right in to “oh, yes, the Morton Arboretum, no charge”. Wherever you live, consider belonging to an arboretum or zoo in your region. You will help keep their efforts going in all things of nature, and your membership card will be a guest passport on your travels. We make a point of visiting our arboretum at least once each season – our rationale for the membership fee. We use it much, much more, however, as we drive out for a Sunday breakfast and walk after church or a slow, picturesque drive on New Year’s Day in the cold and snow. We walk around the Children’s Garden and can’t wait for the time that our Kezzie will be able to see all the tadpoles in spring and rearrange the rocks in the waterfall.

Last night we trudged up a hill with lawn chairs and cooler and all things picnic and waited in line for the gate to open. The “gate” was actually one of the Steelroot sculptures by Tobin that are throughout the arboretum this summer.

The second song was  “Return to Pooh Corner” that Tom so often sang to his girls, a Pooh Bear in hand, Eyore and Roo hiding somewhere, silliness and tickles at bedtime, squeals of “one more time, Daddy”. Good timing by Kenny on a Father’s Day night. Some of the songs were long – too long for the crowd on the lawn, but, the night bore on and the sky darkened and the tunes familiar. Swallows darted back and forth across the deepening day, and it was so pleasant to have Kenny and crew “Celebrate Me Home” and an encore into ” Danger Zone”, commercial jets, their lights visible, eerily flying high in the night sky. All too soon it was deeply dark, the crowd growing tired and starting to think about finding the car in the dark, piney woods. Time to get back to the house at Pooh Corner. Yep, time for everybody to cut loose!

This one is for you, Jennifer!

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