Luck depends on whose side you’re on
Well I can tell by the tone of this letter that I’m going to turn into “that guy.”
You know the one. The 80-year-old who writes the paper every day complaining about this or that, speeders, politicians or “keeping those wretched kids off my lawn.”
The good news is you don’t have anything to worry about for 30 years.
And if you went to the Symphony of Southeast Texas’ first concert of the season Saturday, you saw the debut of conductor Chelsea Tipton II, who has logged time with major orchestras including the Boston Pops and symphonies in Chicago, Pittsburgh, Houston and Atlanta.
I hope some of you enjoyed the program – if the noisy kids and annoying adults didn’t get to you. Yes, grown people who should have known better were talking on their cell phones. Sometimes the music drowned it out, but most of the selections chosen for Saturday were fairly quiet.
It reminded me of a British show that ran on Comedy Central for awhile called “Trigger Happy TV,” an updated and somewhat warped version of “Candid Camera.”
One of the show’s regular bits was to have an actor talking on a cell phone, but yelling at the top of his lungs in public rest rooms, libraries or laundromats.
He would describe the action to the person he was talking too, such as “YEAH I CAN BARELY HEAR YOU BUT I’M IN THE LIBRARY. I’LL HAVE TO KEEP IT DOWN BECAUSE THERE’S ‘PLEASE BE QUIET’ SIGNS ALL AROUND HERE!”
Obviously the man got some odd stares, which was the point of the show.
Funny skit, except that Saturday’s scene at the symphony was real.
The children were just as bad, and I just wish people wouldn’t take kids to public events if they can’t control them.
At Saturday’s concert I not only got to hear a child talking every 30 seconds, but the mother going, “Shhhh! Shhhhh!” every 60 seconds.
After the show I heard her tell the child, “I won’t bring you next time.” Thanks mom, I’ll support that. I just wish you’d thought of it before it ruined the evening for me.
I’m told by my parents that when I was a baby and acted up in a theater or restaurant, my dad would take me outside until I calmed down. That was the common courteous thing to do in the early ‘60s. You sure don’t see that now do you?
I can remember going to theater events such as concerts when I was 8 or 10, and me and the other 8- to 10-year-olds behaved. Today in the office I asked why all that’s changed and someone said, “It’s because parents don’t spank their kids anymore. Parents used to spank their kids, and not only that but other people spanked them too, like teachers and other parents who had kids themselves.”
I’m sure there are other factors as well, but whatever parents did in those days, we need it back now. Folks seem to have forgotten completely about sitters. You probably can’t trust teenagers now like the ones back in my day, but surely there’s got to be at least one teen on your block that gets good grades and stays out of trouble.
In the end we are lucky to have this new maestro, but I’m not sure he’s lucky to have us.