Wanted: 1965 convertible … cheap


Brian Golden

Once again, I was forced to miss the “nice day” at Colorscape this year (Saturday) and sit through the “not so nice day” (Sunday), much to my disappointment. The rain, at least, held off until mid-afternoon, but it certainly wasn’t the warmest it’s ever been for our annual arts festival. Still, I must say I enjoyed Sunday’s musical line-up (what I saw of it), particularly The Guy Mendilow Band. While the eclectic blend of music the group performs isn’t my favorite genre, I’ll admit, the musicianship displayed by each of its members was … impressive … to say the least.

As for this beautiful autumn-like Monday, I must admit I have a bad feeling in regards to tonight’s Norwich City School District Board of Education meeting. For one, I know for a fact that a growing number of NHS parents, students and teachers – all of whom are involved with the school’s music program – have continued to meet on a weekly basis to discuss changes made to the department’s various ensembles. I expect a large number of this group to attend tonight’s meeting, in addition to those wishing to address the new elementary, middle and high school schedule in general. There’s been a lot of “talk on the street” over the past week (and there’s only been one full day of classes so far) and, as stated, I don’t think it’s going to be pretty.

Well, there are only two days left until the talented Melissa Stagnaro leaves our office for her new digs at Agro-Farma. Melissa was my unofficial “mentor” when I first began here at The Evening Sun and has been instrumental in my newspaper education over the past year-and-a-half. Needless to say, we’re all going to miss having such a gifted writer on hand, not to mention a good friend. I’d say good luck, Melissa, but I don’t think you’re going to need it. Don’t be a stranger and (pun intended) don’t forget to write.

So much for my recently repaired (and subsequently broken-down-once-again) Dodge Neon, a.k.a. The Green Machine. I suppose it’s time I bite-the-bullet and begin my search for a new vehicle, preferably one that will get me from point A to point B without breaking down every other week (if not every other day). I can’t say I’ll be all that sorry to see it go, but at the same time, it was a decent little car while it lasted. Now, however, it’s on to bigger and better things, I hope. Anybody out there have a mint condition, 1965 convertible of some sort they’d like to get rid of cheap?

I didn’t think so.