Whatever Happened To…?

Forgive my late start. I took *one* Benadryl when I got home from the outdoor concert in the park. Woke up feeling like I left my brain in my other pants.

The concert was wonderful, and definitely worth the pollen exposure. I know I often get sappy about children dancing on the lawn but last night I saw a family with an infant so small that it was clear that the Maryland Winds Concert at the Chrysalis was their very first exposure to a live music performance.

It wowed me, somehow.

There was also some kind of ball game going on amongst a group of elementary aged kids at the very top of the hill. They were engaged in some sort of rhubarb as I walked by to get to the food trucks. Yet they were completely inaudible down where the concert goers were seated. I wonder if Michael McCall imagined all of that as he laid out the space for the Chrysalis.

It’s a pretty darned flexible space.

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On mornings when I am scrounging for inspiration I often go back ten years and scroll through my old posts. Guess where we were ten years ago? Fascinated by a new (old) man about town. This guy:

Remember Colonel Gateway? That was ten years ago. Depending on your perspective, it might feel like a millions years ago or only last week. Time is funny that way.

At any rate, this eccentric fellow was not just the product of one individual’s quest for fun. It was a project of ADG Creative and the intent was to stir up interest in Gateway. It did. If you have time to go down memory lane here’s some background from the time.

There, There Village Green/Town², April 2, 2015

Seeing the image of Colonel Gateway made me think about all that has been going on in Gateway since the appearance of that whimsical fellow. I wonder what he would think of everything that has happened since then?

Thoughts? Opinions? Send them my way.

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