WHAT I WON’T TELL YOU TODAY
I won’t tell you the sad but important lessons from the 3-hour movie OPPENHEIMER, nor more of the truth about diet pop. Nor will I tell you about the N.Y. Times stories on The Secret History of Gun Rights: How Lawmakers Armed the N.R.A., or The Morning: An Enemy in Mexico.
I will tell you that I wish I’d titled my blog DOWN HOME, but it probably costs moolah to change it now. NAN MYKEL doesn’t sound nearly as nice as NAN’S NOTEBOOK, a different Nan’s blog.
AND I GUESS I DO NEED to let you know that the local Letter to the Editor attack against the Athens Ohio County library system following Pride week recognition, as well as a religious attack for its Dungeons and Dragons games, backfired. A whiff of fresh air. Thank you, Athens County.
Also to let you know about the Ohio vote on Issue 1, the GOP’s move to make it more difficult for citizens to change anything in the state constitution. If the effort ever came to pass, the public could only make a change in our state constitution with a 60 percent endorsement. The vote will be Tuesday, August 8. Even the League of Women Voters has taken a stand against it. It’s seen as a move to make it more difficult for citizens to challenge forced abortions or even the use of contraception.
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DOWN HOME
And OH YES, the 3-day Nelsonville Ohio Music Festival happened week before last. My friend Alexa Abercrombie Ross wrote about it for her weekly writing group and I thought you might enjoy the flavor of a local music festival, with her kind permission (edited slightly for space concerns). Alexa writes:
NELSONVILLE MUSIC FESTIVAL 2023
Nelsonvillains (people who live in Nelsonville) get free tickets for the three day festival, so I was in, although not a big fan of the music scene. The parking pass was $35 for the three days but I knew the entrance was just two blocks from the main drag of our undistinguished neighboring town, Buchtel with free parking next to the only gas station.It was a nice long walk for ue three denizens of the Nelsonville Senior Citizens. Advised to bring chairs, I would have had a hell of a walk if one of my collapsible metal things had been intact. Even with a lightweight aluminum woven chair it was a punishing walk in the sun a quarter mile down a rocky road, but once we were there we could just open up those 30-year old lawn chairs, face the stage and look around. I’d come last year out of curiosity and had enjoyed the Korean barbecue tacos and the hippie ambience of the place, with three stages.
Colorful Passion Works art by challenged adults lined the entrance.The creekside stage had lots of occupied hammocks strung between the trees. Everywhere there were lines, for food, water, porta-a-potties and beer. Lines were where you met and talked with people.
What happens at a music festival? You fill the water bottle. You hit the john. You stand in line for food after a tour of the possibilities. You wait for the food. Then you sit at a picnic table with other people and eat. We wanted to explore but had those damn chairs to worry about. “You don’t have to worry about it,” the dyke in the next lawn chair said.
The Beer Tent: Festival glasses to hold your local artisanal beer were twelve dollars.That fancy beer cost eight dollars and up.. Nothing dark was available of course, the way I like it. I met a guy carrying four glasses in two stacks. The top two glasses still had beer. He gave me a twelve dollar glass and I asked why he hadn’t reused it instead of buying 3 more. He said he didn’t want to wait in line. With only pale ale available, I got a tiny can of cabernet sauvignon with pomegranate for a cool $7. Bargains are relative.
But on a hot day beer is not advisable. You get sluggish and even walking becomes a challenge over uneven ground. I watched a fellow in hot blue jeans and a flowered shirt dance like no one was watching, His skin was burned rose from the sun.
I saw many familiar faces, notably Democratic women from Athens.No voter registration booth this year. Most patrons were out-of-towners if not out-of-staters. Babies and children frolicked in the play area by the stage up the hill below the campsite. My friends bought Garlic Naan bread from the Fat Indian cart. The dyke was eating an ice cream cone, so the others decided they needed one too.
I actually enjoyed the musical act, Sierra F—-, a catchy female lead on guitar, The only act I’d heard of were the headliners, Kurt Vile and the Violators who were loud loud loud. My friends were gone a long time. It was getting dark and I was more than ready to leave, thinking of leaving alone when they finally returned. (I volunteered to drive us all in my electric car.) One had noticed what looked like a smear of blood on her cone and got a free replacement, after she’d enjoyed most of it. I noticed a van heading out and recognized the driver. and asked if they were going to Buchtel..We didn’t have to make that long walk back to my car! I dropped off the on in Doanville and the other in Frog Hollow. I got home and fed the cats, and went to see what was on PBS for more entertainment!….
Alexa






