Multiculturalism...
Good morning, Texans. We have spoken to most of you over the last couple of days and trust that everything is still going well. We are having a pleasant, if not busy week. It's raining here today, but the weather is definitely beginning to feel more like fall. The leaves are changing, but slowly, so they probably will not be in full brilliance for a couple of more weeks.This weekend we decided we should go to Philadelphia for some seafood at a restaurant called Bookbinder's. I had eaten there once before a few years back and thought Margaret would enjoy it. We made the appropriate plans, got directions, and headed out. An hour later, when we were standing in downtown Philadelphia, we discovered that Bookbinder's is closed until late October (things to remember to check before driving out-of-state). So, with the help of a rather talkative parking attendant who had an interest in John Calvin's Institutes and politics of the day, we made our way to an Irish restaurant called Tri-Na-Nog. We were exposed to the Irish culture in full bloom. Soccer advertised all over the walls, kidney and liver pate on the menu, and lots of noise. The food was pretty good, but I would have preferred Bookbinder's.
In keeping with the theme of being unwitting participants in cultural experiences, we decided to go to the First Baptist Church here the next morning. I got the directions, checked the schedule, and we headed out. What the church doesn't advertise is that they are part of the National Baptist affiliation, a division of the Baptist church that was developed during the Civil Rights movement in the 60s. As we walked into the door, we realized that we were, um, a bit paler than everyone else. We also realized that this service was probably going to last for a while and we neither one had eaten a large breakfast. It was a great experience, until they asked us to stand in front of the entire church and tell who we were and where our home church was. A little over an hour after the service started, the pastor stood to deliver his message, which was a long one. Finally, at one o'clock, the service was dismissed, and we were exhausted, although warmed.
Mag is off to Fairfield for the next two days. I will be here with the mighty hunter. We hope everyone has a good week.
-J,M
posted by John and Mag @ 9:07 AM
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