O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation. Ps. 95:1
Friday we had most of the day free. Bruce had to leave at about 4 and I had to leave at about 5. We went to the Intrepid Museum with Rob in the morning. If you ever get to New York I recommend it. We saw the inside of an aircraft carrier, lots of airplanes, and the space shuttle Enterprise. Here are a few pictures.
We rode the buses to Yankee Stadium through Harlem. I heard from some friends who had taken a double-decker bus tour that Harlem is being rejuvenated with a lot of new construction and people moving in. So if you’re looking for a new place to live, Harlem might be the place for you.
When we got to the stadium there were long lines to get in. I thought I’d be stuck in line for a while. To my surprise, the lines moved very quickly. It was hat day at Yankee Stadium, so the first who-knows-how-many thousand guests got a hat.
Unfortunately on the back it says Budweiser. Kind of funny, our little section of MoTab groupies wearing a Budweiser hat. The irony may have been lost on those around us, but we were all laughing about it. Rumor has it they have hats for the choir members too, but Bruce hasn’t seen them yet. We’ll see.
Right before the game started the Choir marched out on the field and lined up in formation. They looked good in their blue dresses and blue sport coats and gray slacks. Well, all except Bruce. He accidentally, somehow, got dressed in his other sport coat. He didn’t notice. I didn’t notice. Even though he opened a drink and sprayed it all over himself while waiting for the bus and we had to wipe it off his wrong-color jacket, we didn’t notice. Nobody in line for the buses noticed. Nobody on the buses noticed. Had anyone noticed up to that point, I could have grabbed the right jacket and brought it with me when I came an hour later. In fact, no one noticed until they were standing in line at Yankee Stadium.
They were lined up for a couple of HOURS before they went on. On concrete. (Let me tell you, choir people do not have an easy life.) At some time, the right person noticed. Or the wrong person.
Bruce did not get to sing with them at Yankee Stadium.
Yes, you just read that right.
Instead, he spent his time on the phone with his team at work back in Salt Lake City, who were busily putting up obituary information for President Packer. He was busy. He was probably doing exactly what he needed to be doing.
After the Choir sang, they changed into their blue choir shirts and came and sat with us for the game. We ate ballpark food, cheered for the Yankees, took pictures, sang Take Me Out to the Ball Park during the 7th inning stretch, and had a great time. We left after the 10th inning because we had a big day planned for the next day, and we needed an early start.
Although at this point we had no idea what the next day would bring.