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The people and places on Main Street

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There are few things I like better than walking along a great Main Street.

For the past two days, I’ve been lucky enough to walk around four terrific Main Streets:  Middletown, Connecticut; Amherst and Northampton, Massachusetts; and tiny Red Hook, NY.

You can pick up life lessons on Main Street – like the bumper sticker I saw on a car parked along Northampton’s Main Street this morning:  Just say NO to Negativity.

You can also meet very interesting people.  While taking photos around Northampton, I was approached by a resident of the streets of the city.  He must have seen my inner preservationist (sometimes people who look at the world a little differently have great powers of observation), because he told me he liked to work for the “hysterical society.”  He then proceeded to point out the historical courthouse (where Calvin Coolidge first practiced law) – a very nice 1885 building seen in the photo above.

My new friend then pointed in the opposite direction and identified the Northampton City Hall.  “See those turrets?” he asked.  “Every time I look at them I expect to see archers peering over the top.”  And then he extended his arms as if shooting a bow and arrow.  Take a look for yourself and see if you don’t agree.

As he left me to go have his morning coffee in the basement of The First Church, this local historian pointed out that Jonathan Edwards, the great Puritan theologian, had preached in that very building.  It was a nice history lesson to start the day.

Last evening we stayed at the Hotel Northampton, which is part of the National Trust for Historic Preservation’s  Historic Hotels of America group.  This is a wonderful establishment, located right in the heart of Main Street.  We enjoyed the restaurant, the staff, the rooms, and the ambiance.

You can also eat well on Main Street.  Over the past few days we’ve yet to visit a chain restaurant, but have enjoyed some tasty local meals at the New England Emporium in Middletown, the Fresh Side in Amherst, and the gourmet J & J’s Cafe in Red Hook.  Everyone’s enjoying trying out the local fare.

And to be neighborly, one should plan on doing a little shopping along Main Street.  I’ll have to admit, I may have gone overboard on this point but it isn’t every Main Street that has a fabulous instrument store along the lines of the Fretted Instrument Workshop in Amherst, where they had JUST the type of guitar I’ve been looking for over the past year.  The proprietors, Tony and Mario, listened to me play on several instruments, and then brought out a used Parlor guitar in great condition made by Rick Davis at Running Dog Guitars.  I was sold.

Hey, I’ll admit it isn’t every day you find the guitar of your dreams on Main Street, but you can always find great people, great food, and great places.

More to come…

DJB

Image: Courthouse in Northampton, Massachusetts

Two Years and There’s Still More to Come

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I began writing More to Come… two years ago as a way to keep friends and loved ones updated during a family trip out west.  As I wrote I found I enjoyed capturing not only experiences from travels, but also observations about books I was reading, music I was hearing, or simply life.  The feedback was also positive (probably helped by my admonition in the “About” section that if you didn’t like what I was writing you should “get your own blog”).

Two years later I find myself on another vacation with the family and More to Come… has over 300 posts to date.  So look forward to some more vacation reports.  I should warn you that it is that type of vacation that hits families with teenagers:  the college visits.  We’re in the northeast for this trip, and while I won’t bore you (or embarrass my kids) with litanies of schools visited and reactions to the tours, I will post a few stories and photos  along the way of great architecture and interesting people met.

The Sterling Memorial Library at Yale (pictured at the top of the post) is one of those spaces that is the very definition of a college library.  My late mother, the librarian, would have loved seeing the rows and rows of card catalog boxes that remain.  It was interesting to explain card catalogs to teenagers…almost as much fun as explaining S&H green stamps which were the basis of the fortune that made the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library – pictured below – possible.

There’s more public art, memorials and sculpture on college campuses that I recall in my day.  Maya Lin’s well-known Yale memorial, The Women’s Table, is but one example of several we’ve seen.

Besides seeing the architecture, we’ve had a wonderful time meeting friends old and new.  Just three quick examples:

1) As we were getting ready to pull over for gas in New Jersey, a car comes beside us and the passenger is waving frantically.  It turns out that it is one of Claire’s best friends from school with her parents on their way to, yes, visit colleges.  We stopped at the gas plaza and had a wonderful chat to compare itineraries.

2) At one of our colleges, we made our tour and then called two new friends, who we actually met through a blog post on More to Come…. I had written about an article I admired, and the wife in the couple – who was the author – found my comments through Google search.  To cut to the chase, we had mutual friends and both were members of the faculty of one of the children’s top choices.  We had a delightful hour over gin and tonics and lemonade learning about their school and talking about the college crawl.

3) After staying at a hotel the first night of the trip, I was headed over to pick up the car when I ran into a colleague from work.  It turns out four of my work colleagues were meeting that very morning in the lobby of the same hotel.   We laughed at the chance encounter and caught up on an upcoming visit to Hartford.  Later on in the trip I’ll see another colleague when we make a side visit to Chesterwood, a National Trust Historic Site.

So, we’re off and running.  Three days, four colleges, and our first night in a Historic Hotel of America (HHA)  –  so far.  The pace slows down as we get toward some R&R this weekend.  By the end of the trip we’ll have added nine colleges to our list of places seen, and will have stayed in six HHAs.  I’m not going to write about the colleges, but keep tuned to this space to hear about some great historic hotels.

More to come…

DJB

After Pepe’s Pizza, Only 999 to Go!

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Some time ago Candice purchased the book 1000 Places to See Before You Die:  USA and Canada to spur us to find some interesting places to visit as we traveled.  So as we headed out to the northeast for vacation and college tours (not in that order), she picked it up and began to check what was on the list in the cities we planned to see.

If the first day is any indication, we’re going to eat well.  As we pulled into New Haven, she read,

You can appreciate the city’s self-anointed role as ‘Pizza Capital of the World’ by visiting Little Italy, specifically Wooster Street, where a few acclaimed pizza joints stand cheek by jowl, the most famous being Frank Pepe’s, which has been turning out incomparably delicious thin-crust pies since 1925.

Never one to pass up “the most famous” of any restaurant, we went, stood in line for 45 minutes on a Monday evening, and then entered the no-frills dining room (we were in booth 17) where we feasted on two fabulous white pizzas and one tomato pie.  We were amazed at how much the four of us consumed, but the combination of the thin crust and the hunger from a long day in the car helped us finish off most of our dinner.

Highly recommended.  One down…999 to go!

More to come…

DJB

The Gospel Truth

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I love books that force you to turn page after page because you want to see what comes next.

Dirk Hayhurst’s The Bullpen Gospels, which was released this spring, is that type of book.

Claire has to read a memoir for school this summer.  I’ve thought about recommending this book…and then I remember the foul language, the sophomoric pranks, and the detailed descriptions of every body part – male and female – known to man.  But seriously, she could do a lot worse than The Bullpen Gospels.

Hayhurst is a relief pitcher who has played in the Padres and Blue Jays organizations.  On its face, The Bullpen Gospels is his recounting of the 2007 minor league season, where he played in Single-A and Double-AA ball.  You will laugh your ass off at the antics of ballplayers working to get to The Show.  (Sorry, it is hard to get the language of minor league players out of your mind after reading The Bullpen Gospels.)  Riding home on the train last evening, I laughed out loud twice reading things that can’t be repeated in a family oriented blog.

But this book is about much more than baseball, long bus rides, and fleabag hotels.  Hayhurst is a sensitive soul willing to identify his vulnerabilities.  He’s also a terrific writer (reminding me of the scene from Bull Durham where Crash Davis is described as someone who “once read a book without pictures.”)  As he recounts his improvement over the past year to his minor league pitching coach, Hayhurst finds the words to describe his success both inside and outside baseball.

‘What do  you think is the biggest difference from this last year to this?’ he (pitching coach Abby) asked…

I took a moment to reflect.  I thought about how my mental approach changed and how I might explain it in a way that didn’t seem as if I had developed a marijuana problem or had wanted Abby to join a cult or, at the very least, convince him I needed a therapist.

‘Well,’ I began, ‘I won’t say I just don’t care about what happens out there, because I do.  I want to win when I take the mound.  However, I don’t care about what I can’t control once I’m out there.  I mean, the way I figure it is, I’m going to go out there and give everything I’ve got.  I’m going to go right after guys.  It’s all or nothing.  I guess this year I’m fine with the nothing part.  I’m not afraid of failing.’…

‘Let me ask you something,’ Abby said.  ‘Why would you ever go out there with any other mind-set?’ In his matter-of-fact country accent, he made it sound as if the things I just spoke were blatantly obvious facts everyone in the game already knew….’I mean, shit, what were you thinking all those other years?’

‘Look,’ I said, ‘it’s different for everyone I suppose, but I put so much stock in what it meant to be a baseball player, I became afraid to fail at it.  I’d be out of a job and out of an identity.  I thought I’d lose everything without it.’…

Abby mulled over my words for a moment, then sat up from his chair.  ‘You know baseball isn’t a hiding place, don’t ya?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean, this is a profession, not an existence.  You can’t hide from it, no matter how well you’re doing.  I’ve coached a lot of guys, and some of them have all the success in the world but no means to enjoy it.  When they’re done, they ain’t got nothing even when they have everything.’

I stared at him, waiting for more information, but it did not come….’Well, whatever yer thinking about now, keep thinking it.  Keep doing what you are a doing.  Yer havin’ a great season so far, and there ain’t no reason you can’t keep having it.’

The Bullpen Gospels received great reviews, including favorable comparisons to Ball Four and Catcher in the Rye, and comments that it is “one of the best baseball books ever written,” and “the best sports book written in the last ten years.”  Bob Mitchell wrote one of the more insightful reviews when he said,

Yes, Virginia, there is a big-league ballplayer who can write a memoir all by himself that is not a whistle-blowing, naming-of-names diatribe, but rather an intelligent, articulate, profound, brutally honest, self-effacing, funny, touching book about the painful but rewarding relationship between baseball and life.  Dirk Hayhurst’s The Bullpen Gospels is a from-the-heart, refreshingly stereotype-busting account of a year in his minor league pitching career that reveals him not as a number on a uniform or a bunch of stats or a grinning face on a baseball card, but a vulnerable, humble, flesh-and-blood real person with real feelings.  Gospels is a funny bone-tickling, tear duct-stimulating, feel-good story that will leave die-hard baseball fans—and die-hard human beings, for that matter—well, feeling good.

Pick up a copy of The Bullpen Gospels for your summer reading list.  But don’t be surprised if you find it more than a light summer read.

More to come…

DJB

Save ALL Of Ellis Island

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Last week I was in New York and had the opportunity to tour the South Side of Ellis Island.

It was my first trip to this evocative place where as many as 40% of Americans can trace their initial experience in this country.  From the Save Ellis Island website, here are the basic facts:

The Ellis Island Immigration Station opened on Ellis Island in January of 1892. It served as the primary immigration center for the United States from 1892 until 1954 when it was closed. Facilities were built to house and feed immigrants while they waited for their identification papers to be processed. A state-of-the-art hospital complex treated and cured most sick immigrants in order for them to be permitted entry into the country. More than 12 million immigrants passed through Ellis Island between 1892 and 1954, reaching a peak of 1.25 million in 1907. It has been estimated that 40% of Americans today can trace at least one ancestor’s entry into the United States through Ellis Island.

It is the early twentieth-century state-of-the-art hospital complex, located on the south side of the island, that was the focus of my visit.  My employer, the National Trust for Historic Preservation, has been working with government agencies such as the National Park Service and private organizations for two decades to save this special place.  (I encourage you to visit the link and get an update on the preservation of Ellis Island.)  Recently we’ve been helping the nonprofit organization Save Ellis Island (SEI) that’s focused its work on the preservation of the hospital buildings.  SEI works closely with the Park Service and the State of New Jersey (which owns most of the island) in all its work.

I took along my camera to meetings with the SEI staff.  The buildings on the south side have been stabilized but – as you can see – are still in need of restoration.  The ghosts and stories are everywhere.  My pictures, taken on a dull, rainy day, don’t convey the power of this place, but I hope you’ll get a sense of why all of Ellis Island is worth saving.  It is only when you can see the hospital complex that you understand the full range of the immigration station.

As we say at the National Trust:  This Place Matters!

We’ll begin with the view one sees coming in on the ferry of the Main Station, where immigrants were processed.

The main station was beautifully restored by the Park Service in one of its largest preservation projects ever.  Here’s the interior hall of the second floor.

The restored space is beautiful, but it is when one heads over to the hospital wing – which isn’t currently open to the public – that you begin to understand the complexity of this place and the multitude of emotions that must have overtaken immigrants to a new country who were taken here for treatment.  These are stories that need to be told and places that need to be seen by the public as well.  This is a shot of the infamous corridor that linked the various wards.

As a state-of-the-art facility, the wards featured extensive light and ventilation.  Here’s a typical ward off the corridor.  The beds would have been placed between the windows, which have been closed as part of the stabilization project.

The exteriors on the South Side continue to show deterioration.  Here are several shots that point to the craftsmanship of the work and the need for restoration.

And this final shot, which to my mind is the most poignant.  This is a view from within the infectious disease ward.  The Statue of Liberty is in sight, but to these patients – most of whom never made it out of the hospital – it might as well have been a million miles away.

Many thanks to Darcy Hartman of Save Ellis Island for the tour, the wonderful information, but most importantly for the work that she and her colleagues do every day to save this place that says so much about America.  We truly are a nation of immigrants.

More to come…

DJB

The Big Burn

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I am always thrilled when I see an op-ed column in the New York Times by Timothy Egan.  It is not because I’ve actually met him, or because I think his book The Worst Hard Time is a terrific history of the Dust Bowl – although both are true.

I’m thrilled because he is the only semi-regular columnist in the print version of the Times who provides thoughtful commentary from outside the New York-to-Washington echo chamber.  You see, Egan is third generation Pacific Northwesterner, and that fact infuses his writing – whether it be an opinion column in the Times or his latest book, The Big Burn.

I had the chance to meet and talk with Egan when I introduced him at our National Main Streets Conference in Seattle several years ago.  His comments at the time on the future of small town rural America were insightful and challenging.  His opinion columns in the Times provide similar insights from a different perspective that is uniquely (among his columnist peers) western.

The Big Burn is the story of the founding of the U.S. Forest Service by Teddy Roosevelt and his chief forester Gifford Pinchot.  Fighting against the greed of the Gilded Age, Roosevelt and Pinchot invented the word “conservation” and created a public lands area that became the size of France.  This is land we own.  And in The Big Burn, Egan tells how the largest wildfire in American history destroyed much of the forest land of the Pacific Northwest in 1910, yet saved our National Forests and the concept of public ownership.  In service just five years at the time, Pinchot’s rangers showed remarkable heroism in battling the blaze and in the process turned public opinion in favor of saving public lands.  The fire became the creation myth of the U.S. Forest Service.

Egan’s writing is engaging and quickly moves the reader through this parallel track of environmental history and Great Man historical narrative.  Even if you aren’t from the Pacific Northwest, you’ll enjoy this compelling tale that is equal parts tragic and heroic.

What follows is a short video of the author talking about the impact of the fire and about the key themes of his book.

More to come…

DJB

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Summer Saturdays are the Best

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The joyful photograph at the top of the post – which comes from the wonderful photo/blog Real People Eat Local (check it out for their delicious pictures) – is a perfect encapsulation of our day.  Summer Saturdays really are the best!

Today started relatively early (by Saturday standards) as Andrew had to be at the Cathedral for a choral practice at 8 a.m.  Our car is in the shop this weekend waiting for a leaky fuel pump to be repaired (one never wants to smell gasoline in your home garage), so Candice, Andrew and I had to juggle our schedules around the availability of Zipcars – the wonderful car sharing service we swear by.  Because we have some 25 Zipcars within about 3 blocks of our house, we picked one up (a little Honda) and were on our way by 7:30.  Urban living is great!

Swim team meets the past six weeks have their own charm, but they have disrupted the Saturday morning ritual Candice and I established this year.  So we were pleased to get back to the gym for a morning workout, followed by our stroll shopping through the Silver Spring Farmers Market.  Our farmers market isn’t as large as some (we’re talking about you, Dupont Circle) but we love our high quality and growing group of area farmers and other local food sellers.  We bought our usual pastry treat from Praline Bakery and picked up some wonderful bread from Atwater’s Bakery.  We stopped and chatted with our new friend Julie Gray Stinar at Evensong Farms (pictured in the photo at the top), where we picked up some eggs (they have THE BEST!) and a chicken.  Julie and her dad Tom Gray (yes, bluegrass fans, the original bass player with the Seldom Scene) told us about the next Bluegrass in the Barn show at Evensong on October 10, 2010 (10/10/10 as Julie noted).  We attended the last one and had a blast.

The Evensong Farms connection is too strange to be anything but true.  Julie and her husband Brent actually found their farm through the historic house ads in Preservation magazine (the magazine of the National Trust for Historic Preservation, where I work).   And their hosting of a semi-regular bluegrass series just cements our admiration for what they are doing.

The farmers market is also a great place to run into friends, and this morning we were lucky enough to see a dear friend and her daughter, who was in town for a visit.  Twenty minutes later we had caught up on the family news and had also gotten a hot tip to try out 8407 kitchen bar – a new local restaurant with a chef we’d admired at his earlier job.

I mentioned that Andrew had a rehearsal this morning.  He’s come full circle, from singing as a young treble in the National Cathedral Choir to now being “one of the men” as a tenor singing with the trebles who were in town this week for the Royal School of Church Music (RSCM) program at the cathedral.  This afternoon we all headed out to St. Francis Church in Potomac to hear a concert by the choir, under the direction of English composer David Ogden.  It was a glorious hour of  music and I was reminded again that “singing really is praying twice.”

Andrew had to work his desk job at the pool this evening (and we had to return our Mini-Cooper – Zipcar #2 for the day), so Candice and I decided to act on our friend’s tip and try out 8407 kitchen bar.  It was – in a word – wonderful.  Silver Spring has an over-abundance of chain restaurants, but not enough top quality independent eateries.  This one, located one block from us across from the Metro station, quickly jumped near the top of our list and will, no doubt, become a favorite local spot.  Check it out Washington-area food fans.

And then to top off the day as I’m headed to bed, Ryan Zimmerman hits a 3-run walk-off home run for the Nationals and the Nats beat the Phillies 7-5 for their second straight win against the boys from just up I-95!

Summer Saturdays are the best!!

More to come…

DJB

Divisionals

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How hot can it be?

Shortly after 8 a.m. this morning the sun topped the trees and began to bake our group of swim team parents who had camped out poolside  to cheer for the Gators in the annual Divisionals swim meet.  We were competing in Division E this year, which was a stretch for our ladies and gentlemen.  But the team gave it their best and ended up 4th out of the six-team division.  We had some amazing efforts by our swimmers, including a new pool record set by one of Claire’s best friends in 15-18 girls breaststroke.  And they did it with temperatures nearing 100 and the heat index going to 105 degrees and higher.  How hot can it be?  It was brutal.

Andrew made divisionals this year in two races, the 15-18 boys 200 meter medley relay (swimming backstroke) and the 100 meter breaststroke.  The relay boys were up against some tough competition, but knocked time off their personal best.

But it was in the breaststroke where Andrew had his best race of the year.  Swimming in the first heat (meaning there are six boys with better times in the second heat), he started strong and made his final turn neck and neck with the swimmer in lane 4.  With a great finish, he took first in his heat and knocked about two-and-a-half seconds off his personal best.  Woo hoo!

On to the team banquet tomorrow evening, then we’ve finished summer swim team for another year.  It is a bittersweet feeling.  I’ll enjoy getting my Saturday mornings back (I’ve missed the gym and farmers’ market) but it also signals that summer’s a little more than half over.  And as Andrew and Claire push toward the end of high school, we only have one more of these special summers left.

Gretchen Rubin reminds us that days are long, but years are short.

How true, how true.

More to come…

DJB

A Crooked Road

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One of Nashville’s best songwriters begins his newest album with the following words:

“I walk a crooked road to get to where I’m going,

to get to where I’m going I walk a crooked road

and only when I’m looking back I see the straight & narrow

I see the straight & narrow when I walk a crooked road.“

Darrell Scott has written great tunes for the Dixie Chicks (Long Time Gone), Patty Loveless (You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive) and dozens more.  His last album, a gem entitled Modern Hymns, showcased

“Songs and artists/songwriters whose music shook me as a kid (with ears nearly as big as my heart). They guided the way to my own path as a singer-songwriter . . . These songs speak to the human condition . . . in all of our aching and beautiful glory . . . These songs are the truth . . .“

Scott has a wonderful gravelly voice and is a masterful musician.  I love his work.

So I eagerly snapped up the album when I came across his most recent work last week, the deeply personal A Crooked Road. This is as autobiographical as Scott can be, touching on 30 years of love gained and love lost.  Scott plays all the instruments and supplies all the voices, and it never gets boring.  There are great tunes here, with some of my favorites including The Day Before Thanksgiving, A Father’s Song, Snow Queen and Drama Llama, and the one that helps wrap up this two-CD set, This Time ‘Round. And to prove he can turn a witty phrase with the best of Nashville’s Tin Pan Alley writers, For Suzanne begins with,

She’s been written in song by the best of names,

Stephen Foster, Leonard Cohen, and Sweet Baby James. 

I got this feeling this won’t be the same. 

My love song for Suzanne.

Nashville has a treasure trove of good songwriters.  Darrell Scott is among the best.

Enjoy the video of the title cut, and enjoy the album.

More to come…

DJB

A Takoma Park July 4th Celebration

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Yes, that’s a “precision drill team” made up of environmentally friendly reel mowers you see in the picture.  (See my update at the end of the post)

Welcome to the Takoma Park July 4th Parade.

Folks who live in the Washington area have a wide range of Independence Day festivities to choose from.  You can have your fireworks on the National Mall, as far as I’m concerned.  My favorite thing is to hop on the Metro, take a short ride to the next station, and then head into downtown Takoma Park, MD, for the annual 4th of July parade.  We’ve done it for years, and it takes some major event to pull us away from this family tradition.

Takoma Park is known – to put it mildly – for its political activism and progressive outlook.  For instance, it is the only “nuclear free zone” in the DC metropolitan area.  Takoma Park also has a well-deserved reputation as  being a bit quirky.  Many of our friends from the pool and the twins’ schools live in the city, so we’re always looking to visit and support them.

Today Candice and I took up our traditional spot along a shady sidewalk on Maple Street to watch this year’s version of the parade.  The teenagers doing jump rope tricks were a hit with young and old alike.  The parade always features a couple of steel drum outfits, with their groupies jiving and dancing alongside the floats from where this wonderful Caribbean-influenced music pours forth.

This year brought some rich political activism, from “Declare Your Independence from Big Money in Politics” to a clever campaign to get the local school board to listen to the Young Activists at Piney Branch elementary school who have raised over $10,000 to buy and operate a dishwasher as part of a no styrofoam project.  Children and parents passed out the styrofoam trays, which are now used once per child every day in the schools across Montgomery County and then sent to be incinerated.  Slogans calling for the board of education to listen to the children, save money and “Speed up the Piney Branch Pilot Project” were written on the trays.  We all let the board of education members know where we stood on environmental and fiscal waste as they came by in their cars.

It wouldn’t be Takoma Park without a bit of political theater.  This year the “Ru Paul Tea Party” candidate for state senate brought out laughter and commentary alike.  I’m not sure which Tea Party sign was the most humorous, the call for drilling local Sligo Creek, paving over the Chesapeake Bay, or the sign that called the float “Sarah Palin approved” and then added “The Founding Fathers were geniuses – They wouldn’t let ME vote!”

Luckily we haven’t lost our right of free speech (which we were reminded of by handouts of the Bill of Rights by the local VFW post).  Enjoy the rest of the photos, and Happy 4th of July!

And, of course, there’s always the final clean-up.

More to come…

DJB

Update: A Washington Post photo essay today noted that The Scottish Reels (the name of the drill team at the top of the post) won first prize in the parade’s Wacky Tacky Takoma Award.