Monday, August 3, 2015

Yesterday, Tom and I went to hear the Tab Choir at their Sunday morning broadcast.  The choir sang well--nothing very stirring--but Andrew Unsworth--pulled out all the stops and played something phenomenal.  What was it? Was it the Widor Toccata?  I don't think so.  But it was splashy and we were bound to our seats.  When he finished, there was a smattering of loud clapping, which surprised him and he took a bow.

I'm thinking we ought to go into town for some noon organ recitals at the tabernacle on a regular basis.

Afterward, we sat in the little Brigham Young park on 1st Avenue.  This is one of my favorite parks in the city.  It is actually where Brigham Young is buried and includes two round flower gardens and some benches.  I've sat there many times without another soul there.

Saturday we went to have lunch with Heather Young, but she never showed, so we had lunch by ourselves.  We'll catch her next time she comes into town.


  1. We-he-he-he..ll; I think you two should go into town for some noon organ recitals at the Tabernacle just for the sake of you two, and we two Kansans. What a treat!

    Just yesterday, I was listening to a YouTube recording of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing "How Can I Keep from Singing". I would have loved the piece being sung much more quickly. A dirge, it should not be.

    Again: what a treat!

  2. I was there! I swear! I ate a Lemon Pizza while I waited for you to show.
    I have no idea what happened, but the thought of you and Tom eating at one Pizza Limone, while I sat eating at another, is becoming the only explanation that makes sense.
    I was at the Sandy location.