Rosh Hashanah In Pensacola, Or: Maybe Getting Spiritual At The Beach Is The Best, Easiest Idea Ever

Well, this was a fabulous idea: going to the beach for Rosh Hashanah.  We had the beach, we had great restaurants, there were services at *four* different congregations. Everybody was happy and relaxed and mindful — and at the right times — sandy and wet and positively joyous.

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And this is how it all got set in in the perfect way: Jackson’s Steakhouse on Palafox has this terrific Rosh Hashanah supper they do (*major* thanks to their team who were able to fit us in on the reservations even though we only were able to make arrangements a few days ahead of time), and it was amazing.  First of all, it’s one of the best-regarded restaurants in the state, they do this fabulous menu for the community, and they took the very best care of us.

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In fact, at one point halfway through the meal, Shugie spilled a little water on his shirt, and four (four!) different people came to us right away, each with something to help. White napkins, black differently-textured napkins, paper napkins, and the bartender had a clean towel that was promised to work best.

And while I love going to Commander’s and other places wherein courses are served to the table by a team of servers so that each person receives their dish in front of them at exactly the same time, I have never, ever, been to a restaurant at which the course is announced with the dish in the air, and as it is placed, have the table’s lead announce “dinner is served.”  Who does that?  Why did it ever stop? It is of a bygone era but gosssshhh it is ever such a fun twist to see it today.

We started with a basket of traditional, and raisin-studded challah, then red and golden delicious apples and orange blossom honey for the table:
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Yukon gold and arugula potato latkes with sour cream and green onion raisin preserves:
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Getting more creative with latke toppings from now on, because those raisins were fat and juicy and fruity and perfect.

beef brisket, kugel and glazed carrots:
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And this plate was exactly as intended: just like your mom’s brisket and kugel.

The boys were asked if they wanted to take part in the special meal or ask the chef to prepare something off-menu (even at Arnaud’s and Antoine’s they ask if we’d like to have something more child-friendly that can be prepared) — Shug decided on the chicken (that was declared ‘mind-blowing’) and Shugie had the pasta:

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The restaurant overlooks Plaza Ferdinand, where Andrew Jackson accepted the transfer of Florida from Spain to the United States in 1821, so I took the boys over to play after supper as Av talked to the chef and some of the other diners:

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We walked down Palafox:
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…wished we could go inside the Saenger but were happy with this view of it from underneath the entrance:

As far as the hotel, we decided on the Hampton Inn. The Hilton is right next door but we remembered that its tower is actually built at an angle so that you don’t get a straight-on view of the Gulf.  We also considered the Margaritaville hotel (which is the boys’ favorite in Pensacola Beach) and the Holiday Inn Resort (it has a little lazy river) but we were happy with this choice:
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View from our balcony:
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Me + beach = yay!

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So clear:
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When the boys did tashlich at a bayou in Ft. Walton, someone mentioned that after you throw your breadcrumbs to the fish, if you throw another piece high enough, a seagull will get it.  And sure enough.  I think they will love that memory forever.

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We go to beaches several times a year but this time was special.  Really special.
Love.
Shana Tova!
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This Week’s Various

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above: at the Old Monroe County Courthouse

From the Daily Mail: Vietnam veteran who was cleared of murdering pastor in the Deep South tells how Harper Lee interviewed him for a true crime novel that has never been published

It came after he shot and killed a notorious pastor, Will Maxwell, in Alexander City in 1977 – in front of 300 witnesses.

He was subsequently found not guilty by reason of insanity, and named man of the year in the town for his effort. 

Burns said he met with her twice, but was warned she may not be able to write the book because the attorney both he and Maxwell had retained, Tom Radney, was married to someone in the family, and she knew it might incriminate him.

…though the Guardian should consider proofreading a little more seriously, as the article states that:
Those gathered in the courtroom applauded when the forearm announced the decision.

From the AP article:
“She had this cute wit about her,” she remembered. “It was obvious she was brilliant,” she added. “I think she smoked a lot, drank a lot and cussed a lot and was completely and utterly charming.”

The Radney family has one tangible bit of evidence that Lee’s book was real: four typed pages, the opening of the novel that Radney’s wife and daughter say Lee sent to the attorney. It begins with an early morning phone call from the accused black preacher to his white lawyer. Names have been changed, a sign that Lee maybe planned a slightly fictionalized account.

Hand-scrawled at the top is the title “The Reverend.” The text is dotted with handwritten b’s, filling in where a typewriter key apparently stuck. Radney’s granddaughter, Madolyn Price, said the family confirmed that the stuck “b” was consistent with the typewriter Lee used at the time.

Here, the article from the Alex City paper (from March) that got this latest stream of articles going.

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Also: yes yes yes to this map of Maycomb, Alabama.

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Brotherhood, in Bessemer AL

Buddy Guy interviewed at NPR on the future of the blues:
I worry about the future of blues music whether you are black or white. If they don’t hear it like I did and listen to it and don’t know about it — you ever been to Louisiana where they cook all this gumbo?

…So if you never tasted it, you wouldn’t love it. That’s what’s happening with the blues. Now, the young people don’t know nothing about it unless — I know satellite [radio] do play blues, but we need more than that.

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Kudzu in Prattville AL

At Smithsonian: The True Story of Kudzu, the Vine that Never Truly Ate the South:

Now that scientists at last are attaching real numbers to the threat of kudzu, it’s becoming clear that most of what people think about kudzu is wrong. Its growth is not “sinister,” as Willie Morris, the influential editor of Harper’s Magazine, described in his many stories and memoirs about life in Yazoo City, Mississippi. The more I investigate, the more I recognize that kudzu’s place in the popular imagination reveals as much about the power of American mythmaking, and the distorted way we see the natural world, as it does about the vine’s threat to the countryside.

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…but do they decorate anything like they did at Roger’s Car Lot Barbecue in Winfield?

From the NYT: American Barbecue in Paris: American food used to be a “goofy novelty” to the French, but now they’re tucking into ribs, pork belly and wings, with all the sides.

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above: a Rural Studio home in Greensboro

A Rural Studio 20k House will be built at Serenbe’s Art Farm — the first 20k outside Alabama.

The Art Farm at Serenbe is the site for the first wave of 20K Houses built in collaboration with Auburn University’s award winning Rural Studio program, to be used as live-work artist cottages. The project broke ground last Friday with completion expected November 2015. The first 20K House artist cottage will support over 50 artist residencies in 2016.

A Rural Studio bathroom at Perry Lakes Park is a finalist for Cintas’ America’s Best Restroom award.

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above: what no one wants to see at Franklin

All Things Considered did a piece on the 5-hour wait at Franklin Barbecue in Austin.
“You guys all know what’s going on? How long you’re waiting already? Somebody talked to y’all, all about that?” he says to a group halfway down the line. “I’m gonna throw a really crazy number at you: 2 o’clock.”

At this point, it’s about 9 a.m., and already some 100 people are in line for a meal they won’t get to eat for an average of five hours.

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From Sky News: Engineers have said that part of the Mississippi delta must be left to deteriorate completely if New Orleans is to be saved from another powerful hurricane.

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Annnnnd Waffle House has sold its one billionth waffle.

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above: Lonnie at Kentuck, 2010
Very nice piece on Lonnie Holley and his new work at the Halsey in Charleston.

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Terrific short piece at NYT Magazine on blues scholar Don Kent, who recently passed away.  From one of his writings:

If Geeshie Wiley did not exist, she could not be invented: Her scope and creativity dwarfs most blues artists. She seems to represent the moment when black secular music was coalescing into blues . . . Her guitar technique is unusual: Her use of an A-minor chord in “Last Kind Words” is rare for a rural blues artist, and her adoption of a riff in A normally associated with Texas artists shows a shrewd appreciation for exciting sounds.

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above: the streetcar barn on Jeannette

The Telegraph: The Resurgence of New Orleans (the writer stays at the Old No. 77) includes a couple of groans but also the best quote:

Among them was a pugnacious New York financier, Ron Bienvenu, who relocated his hedge fund to New Orleans after meeting Cummings. “I never looked back,” he grinned. “In New York you lose a little bit of yourself every day. New Orleans is the opposite – I feel more alive and joyous.”

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above: Bryant’s Grocery in Money

The Chicago Tribune on Popular Culture’s Embrace of Emmett Till and Emmett Till’s death, and history, fading in Mississippi town. NPR with the Emmett Till Archive at FSU.

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San Diego CityBeat on Should Slab City Grow Up? with cameos on East Jesus, Salvation Mountain, and — there’s a boat at Salvation Mountain now.

The future of the Michigan art environment created by Dmytro Szylak is uncertain after his death in May.

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YES to Boing Boing’s Weekend of Wonder.

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Wired with The Architecture that’s Hip Again in New Orleans
Let’s face it: Shotgun has always rocked.

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Nall’s The Pansy mosaic at Ross Bridge

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Truly random:
Five essential ingredients for cooking in Charlotte, according to Kathleen Purvis: Cheerwine, Duke’s, stone-ground grits, Neese’s sausage, Southern flour.

Even McDonald’s is switching to cage-free eggs but Duke’s is probably sick of hearing from me asking about them switching.

Know who bought Niman Ranch? Perdue. Yep.

…incl some great reads:
Racked on Altar’d State

The Most Misread Poem in America from The Paris Review

At WaPo: Why Americans Dress So Casually

The Busboy who Cradled a Dying RFK has Finally Stepped Out of the Past at the LA Times

The Incredible Life and Haunting Death of World Traveler Harry Devert also at WaPo.

…and:
All buildings shall henceforth be joined thusly.

Anyone who’s traveled I-65 between Birmingham and Montgomery will recognize this phrase, now on a tee at Old Try. This is me.

NBC is developing a show on a corrupt New Orleans political family. And the tile is: House of the Rising Sin.  L-wd.

…but in better news, Tory McPhail (Commander’s) has a line of sauce/marinade/dressing available now. Also: get ready for rum vinegar. And there are now bite-size Goo Goo Clusters.

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Paveen “Beer” Chunhaswasdikul will be an exhibitor

September 25-27: Tennessee Craft Fair

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Lastly, Taco Morro Loco at a Jet Pep in B’ham. Yum.

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Reason 1597523156813515 to love Dorignac’s: I’ve made Creole cream cheese, but they keep it in stock.

Best croissants in New Olreans are across the river in Terrytown, at Hi-Do Bakery:
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(and they make fabulous animal-shaped breads!)

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Netflix: Paul Williams Still Alive
Reading: Mindsharing: the Art of Crowdsourcing Everything, Native Guard by Natasha Trethewey

Goodbye, Lee McCarty

So very sorry to hear of the passing of Lee McCarty, who the Clarion Ledger described as ‘potter, philanthropist, consummate Deltan, legend’.  It was such a loss when Pup, his wife, passed away in 2009 but good to hear that he was still going into the studio to create.

https://player.vimeo.com/video/39734799

My best friend’s wedding china is Faberge, and last week another friend was talking about registering for Herend, but what I wanted for years was McCarty (blissfully, we now have cabinets of nice china *and* McCarty, but if I had to choose between RC Flora Danica and McCarty to enjoy, McCarty wins).

Behind this bamboo, some of the most beloved pottery anywhere:
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A variety of lamps and windchimes from the studio…rather than a regular crib mobile, we decorated Shug’s nursery with McCarty windchimes shortened so he couldn’t reach but could enjoy the sight of.

Pretty nutmeg plates:
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…my favorite piece, though, this menorah:

While teaching at Ole Miss, Lee and Pup were allowed to dig clay for their first pieces from Faulkner, from a ravine behind Rowan Oak.  Lee’s godsons have been apprenticing for years and will keep the business going on now that Lee has gone.

The ‘potter, philanthropist, consummate Deltan, legand’…sorely missed.

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Also: don’t miss this Rosanne Cash story on Lee McCarty.

Dallas Museum of Art

Of *all* the impressive elements at the Dallas Museum of Art, perhaps the most innovative is the area they have called ‘Creative Connections‘ for all ages, but my children saw it as exactly perfect for them. They were able to sit and sketch a sculpture, make abstract art (or actually even rework and build upon other pieces that have been left there on display), the list goes on.

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The boys *loved* it. Know what music to a museum-mom is? “Can we come back the next time we are in Dallas? Pllllleeeeeasssseee???” Oh yes, definitely.

William Wetmore Story’s Semiramis:

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Jackson Pollock’s Portrait and a Dream:
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Robert Mappelthorpe, Untitled:
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Donald Judd, Untitled:
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Mark Rothko, Orange, Red and Red:

Gerhard Richter, Abstract Painting:

Francesco Ubertini, Madonna and Child with St. John the Baptist:

Helmet Mask from Congo (mid-20th C.):

Tejo Remy, You Can’t Lay Down Your Memory:
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Fernando Campana, Chair with Pandas:
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Shiro Kuramata, Miss Blanche:

(which completely reminded me of Critz Campbell’s Eudora Chair at the Mississippi Museum of Art)

Otis Dozier’s Cotton Boll:

Frederic Edwin Church, The Icebergs:
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And *this* — the museum’s sponsor thank-you video from its 2013 Art Ball: