Elena learns to fly.


 A windy field and the urge to set sail. A bit of string and some patience to fish the breeze. Suddenly you're off up there, string unreeling, above it all. The pennant climbs. Your heart climbs higher. And there you'll stay, string in hand, if you can, forever. If you learn the wind and dare enough, and can keep your heart from breaking when you fall, you can fly.

27 MAY 2002
Sylvester and Tweetie at the Suffolk Kite Festival.
Gina and Rich play battleship with Elena.
Tea.
Stop the presses: Chris likes scones!
Neighbors Alan and Barbara.
Angel's food, or Satan's revenge?  Among the topics of discussion: a curious  condiment called Marmite. Made from  spent brewer's yeast, it was "invented" in  1902 as a breakfast spread. It's not  globbed on like jam, but spread very  thinly. Its flavor is complex; malty, salty  and sour. There is no middle ground; you  either love Marmite or you hate it. An  acquired quintessential British taste, we've  saved some for our summer guests!

Tea, that is. It's more than that, of course. Like siesta or haute cuisine, having tea is one of those Old World traditions that never made it to the New but should have. Rather than dull the senses with liquor, one converses under the mildly stimulating effects of Yorkshire, Oolong, or Darjeeling.

To the outsider it seems a bit formal. One is invited after all, like those fancy dinner parties that now belong to a different generation. But in the right company it's more a chance to unwind, talk, and have a laugh. Perhaps in different circles the purpose is more severe. For us it is a way to stay connected in a fast flowing world.

Tea won't ever catch on in the States, not unless people take a different approach to things. But America has its equivalents. Ask any late night party crew and they'll tell you, for good food and bullshit'n you can't beat a Joisey diner at midnight.

Salsa Celtica.
Salsa Celtica.
Salsa Celtica.

Suffolk would be the last place you'd expect to see a local Latin combo. So, apparently, did these Anglioterras. But when you love that mambo beat, what's a Scottish lad to do? Answer: Add a bagpipe, a kilt, and call your new concoction Salsa Celtica. Or, to borrow the title from their opening number, Rum con Whiskey.

With enough heritage instrumental arrangement to stir the British heart and enough trumpet and bass to stir even a British bottom, Salsa Celtica had the Bury Festival on the dance floor Saturday night, rain parkas and all. It was a little peice of home, and Los Hoopers cha-cha'd the grass flat. Make no mistake, when I come back it'll be in a white suit with a big brass horn. Checkgidout!

Group D:
Group F:
United States
England
Portugal (favored)
Argentina (favored)
Poland
Nigeria
South Korea
Sweden
 These photos were taken at the 2002 Suffolk Kite Festival, held just outside B-SE. Coming in July: the Bury Balloon Festival!      >>                                                                                                                                           "Mommy," said Elena in the car while waiting at the roundabout, "There are three questions. First, how come we went to the other side of the world? Second, how did we move into a new house? Third, how come that wahnschwabber is in the way?"