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Lou & Lucy’s Leftovers

While in the process of following my bliss Wednesday night, I ended up in a lawn chair in the amphitheater at Look Park. I was there with a childhood friend from Worcester, where we both grew up (allegedly).

He had brought the usual outstanding Lebanese mazza: fried kibbee footballs, spinach pies, marinated olives, hummus, baba ghanoush, tabbouleh, spicy string cheese, fresh pita bread. Plus two bottles of red wine that we found on the lawn unopened (wink, wink).

This Lebanese repast is one of my all-time favorite meals. Never thought there was anything that could make it taste even better.

We were there to enjoy the wonderful music offered by Roger Salloom and his musician friends. My friend had grown up with Roger in Worcester and he brought Roger a mazza offering backstage before the concert. Roger has been doing this free concert for 30 years and the music just keeps getting better.

As the evening progressed, a brightly lit half-moon hung over the pines behind the stage. The audience danced in front of the stage, silhouetted in the dark. Music and good will filled the air. The food, the wine, the music, the memories of Worcester all worked their magic.

My friend and I loudly sang along to Roger’s signature song, “Gotta Get Out of Worcester.” Ironic. My friend loves the song to death. Has lived in Worcester his whole life. I love the song as well, but with a more bittersweet touch, since I left in 1973.

Near the end of the show, Roger announces, “I’m so happy to be here.” Here on stage. Here in Northampton. Here in the universe. It was a moment of bliss for him and a moment of bliss for me.

Northampton is lucky to have Roger Salloom. I’m lucky to live in Northampton.

I’m so happy to be here.


I thought about going to that show. But was deterred for some reason. I guess it’s lucky I didn’t. I might have been bitten by the bliss bug that seems to have been making the rounds at the park. I heard if you are bitten you have the urge to head east until you come to a city stuck in another era where all the native people talk funny.



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