I chose to pick up my two grandsons to celebrate taking them to the movies.
My first ‘move’ was to get their bellies filled with vegetables and healthy
choices, so we headed to Subway. Micah and I split a whole wheat 12″ sub,
with turkey and provolone cheese, his sides included tomatoes, black olives,
banana peppers, pickles and lettuce, mine having some of those plus, spinach,
cucumbers and onions. We each asked for a squirt of the low fat mayo, plus
I have them add the spicy sauce, too. Skyler asked for the Black Forest ham
with provolone cheese, toasted and added many vegetables and two squirts of
the low fat mayonnaise. We sat and talked together about their week and I
found out that Skyler was very good at archery at his daycamp for Cub Scouts
at Camp Lazarus. He told me that the ‘rifle range’ wasn’t as good this year,
since the rifles (I am pretty sure these are B.B. guns, since this is after all,
Boy Scouts of America!) ‘were not calibrated well.’ I listened to this new boy,
who has been growing like a ‘weed,’ having done an excellent job in science
and math this year, heading into fourth grade.
Micah likes his ‘fantasy’ world, where he has been building a hotel, where
there is a glass elevator (like the one at Red Roof Inn, the weekend of my
niece’s wedding, where he and his brother stayed with their Mommy, my
oldest daughter.) He is sure that he is going to also build a mansion, the
newest development being that I will ‘occupy a completely private wing!’
He is five and heading off to Kindergarten in about a month.
We told the man who resembles someone who may have originated in India,
that we were heading to the Strand Theater to see “Fire and Rescue Planes.”
He asked the boys what this movie might have in the animation and they
were excited to tell him about the parts that they had seen in commercials.
This kind man who manages the closest Subway looks my age. So, of course,
I had to show him my Strand Movie Bargain Card, for those over 55. It
entitles the holder with a movie ticket, medium drink and medium popcorn
$7. It has gone up 50 cents since I may have listed this great price!
I also, enthusiastically, told him that the movies are now digitally modernized
and the owners purchased more precise lenses, than they had about a year and
a half ago. Anyone who hasn’t tried one of the three screened theaters, needs to
come and check them out! He smiled and told me that he and his family live in
Dublin, Ohio. Where they go to a theater it costs him $8 for he and also, his wife,
for evening movies and $7 for daytime ones. He mentioned his children cost him
about $6 for tickets and he estimates for the 5 of them, $40 for snacks. I told
him about our kids’ (of any age) snack packs with a small popcorn, small drink
and a choice of a regular sized M & M’s, peanut ones, fruit snacks or Sweet Tarts
all for $3.50. The boys emphasized that the tray is filled with popcorn and it
tastes really good, too! (They use Promise ‘butter’ or margarine product.)
We explained that is why we did not order drinks nor Sun Chips, today. The
man, who does not wear a name tag, but has been across the street from my
apartment for the whole 8 years I have lived there, told us he had a surprise
for the boys. He went in the back of the shop, and came back with nice,
insulated bags. Micah got a Green Hornet one, Skyler got a Michael Phelps’
Olympic Medalist Swimmer one. It would hold a lunch in it and keep it cold!
We profusely thanked him before we sat down and later, as we left.
The movie we were going to had been chalked on the sidewalk in a professional
way, with the logo! A nice and colorful, “Fire and Rescue Planes” was there, so
I captured first Skyler who put on the plastic fireman’s hat, to pose and Micah,
who did not want to wear it. I sent these photos off to their Mom and Dad.
The theater had visiting, for the opening weekend, the Delaware Fire Department’s
Fire Truck. We had missed the once on Friday and twice on Saturday. We would
not be able to visit again, at the appointed Sunday time. Both boys, reassured
me, that they had seen the fire trucks in parades and more than once, through
school and scouting activities.
The plastic fire hats were sitting in a pile on the iron table with chairs,
outside the theater.
We bought our tickets and sat in the fifth row, from the front of the theater,
where the boys like to be ‘up close and personal’ with their snacks sitting on their
laps,their drinks in the cup holders. I like to remind them of the heritage of the
theater, pointing out the gold filigreed ceiling and the ornate two clocks, one on
each side of the theater. I started nibbling my popcorn, they were saying they were
still ‘full’ from lunch meal that was really for me, my dinner. Their weekend meals
run ‘later’ than their weekday schedule.
We were all studying the organ from this front row area, one of them asking
“When would we go to a movie where the organ would be played?”
I know I should not stereotype their ages, but I told them they would appreciate
the silent, black and white movies more when they were over 12 years old.
(This gives Micah time to grow up, because he would be 7 when Skyler is 12.)
I reminded them these are shown in the winter months.
I told them it is quite exciting to see these, listening the organ adding
more drama to the experience. I will look forward to introducing them
to this, while it is something to save for when they are ‘grown up.’
The movie plot centers on an ‘older’ crop dusting plane, named “Dusty.”
Today, there was the mother from “Modern Family,” named Julie Bowen,
who plays a flirtatious plane in the movie, visiting Queen Latifah. I did not
get a chance to hear what she said nor see the clip they showed, since our
break time was ending, as she was announced.
has some controls and different technical problems, due to aging.
If he doesn’t stop going so fast, in his racing competitions, he may wear out
his equipment and crash. This is devastating news for”Dusty” since he is also
set to be a part of the Corn Festival, where he has set some racing records.
A suggestion comes about due to the older plane terminal and the older fire
truck, that are not able to take care of fires in the area well. This is, that making
Dusty go to fire and rescue school might save the local terminal from being
shut down. By adding water pontoons, Dusty learns in time to appreciate his
new position. He makes mistakes, but as in all children’s movies, he learns
from them along the way.
Of course, there are rampant fires, which will make the movie become quite
I liked the following fun aspects of the movie:
When they ‘call it a day’ the planes go to a barn like structure, where country
music plays. When a plane wants to treat the other plane to a ‘drink’ it is to
offer ‘to buy you a can of oil.’
Another clever way to anticipate the older grandparents who would recognize
this old television show, is to have them gather for a ‘secret screening,’ where
everyone needs to know the ‘password.’
Once inside, the raucous song bursts out, from the “C.H.I.P.’s” television show,
specifically showing the episode #37, and at the end of the motorcycles who are
named, aptly, “Nick Loopin’ Lopez” and “Blazing Blade” make the female planes
‘swoon’ and say, “Ooh, they’re so hot!”
When the awards for heroism are given, they are called “Piston Peak Hero Awards.”
When a man who is running the Corn Festival, that usually Dusty performs at, by
racing across the sky arrives, he is named Colonel (like Kernel) and his deputy is
When those planes are saving lives, somehow they manage to work into the film,
“V.I.P” = Very Important Plane!
A couple of older R.V.’s are on the road to one of the national parks, the female and
male voices, oh so familiar to this writer, who liked their comedy sketches on variety
shows in the 70′s and 80′s: Anne Meara and Jerry Stiller. (Known back then as, Stiller
and Meara.) They are having a campfire and talking about all the years they had been
traveling together. It was sweet and nice to have these special touches, warming my
I took the kids to Blue Limestone Park, where they enjoyed their very first time on the
new play equipment. I ‘fell’ for the sound of the ice cream truck, where I gave them
$2 apiece to have a basic treat. Skyler picked a rainbow sno cone and Micah picked
a Rocket popsicle. They were pleased when I took them home, to see their little six
year old bunny, (who had appeared to have a stroke, his head fixed to the side and his
legs kind of moving sideways) was much better after his 3 day stay at the Vet’s office.
They had diagnosed a bacterial infection that attacked his brain, their bunny is named
“Pinky” despite his masculine sex.
On Sunday, continuing the fire and emergency theme, I rashly agreeed to go to the
Columbus Jazz and Rib Festival, with an ex-boyfriend. Out of the blue, he called, and
I had no plans, so I said, “Yes!” We ate lunch at Wendy’s, with one of those inexpensive
half salads, (“mid-size”) for my meal and he had a double cheeseburger combination
meal. We talked about family, recent fishing places and catches he had made, and what
movies and music we had listened to lately. His long distant daughter, Abby, is going to
have a baby, his closer distance grandson would like the tools he is going to put together,
in a tool box, for him, now that he is a responsible teenager.
Once we arrived at the festival, we were able to resist food and headed towards the first
stage. After we had set up our chairs under a nice, shady tree, he went off to get some
beverages; a beer for him and a sweetened tea for me.
Of course, there would be ribs to be had, later for our dinner! We enjoyed the
Carolina Ribs booth, where he had a $16 half slab meal and I had an $8
The best music to be found on Sunday, we felt was on the Fox Channel 8 Stage,
in the late afternoon.
We had circled the festival, collected some samples of foods, including Dove ice
cream, slices of subs at a stand, brownies and cakes, mustard pretzel bites and
cornbread crackers. The vendors were all cheerful and generous in handfuls of
I had resisted the cinnamon-sugared elephant ears and the powdered sugar
funnel cakes. He had had another beer, as the hot afternoon passed by.
We had tapped our feet, nodded our head in unison, enjoying and listening to
four bands. One was childrenoriented, calling out to listeners to join in when
they played, “Camptown Ladies Sing This Song, Doo Dah…” People cheering
for the saxophones, the bass players, the guitars and drums, too.
We loved the way the riffs and improvisation was taking the group called,
They told us they were from Canada, had picked up a player in Toronto.
Their CD’s could be purchased at a table set up along the stage. They had
contacted ahead, the Jazz Festival organizers, requesting for 3 ‘back up’
players to join in with them. They got a drummer, a bass and flute player
and a supporting guitarist. They had only met each other an hour prior!
We wondered aloud, how often other bands joined in these improvisational
musical events. We raved at how they seemed to fit together, playing as one!
We liked their slower, rhythm and blues Sade-style song. They played three
lively ones that were called, “Roll On,” “Been Too Long,” and “Table for Two.”
The singer/announcer for each song, got audience to participate in a simple
song with some great jazzy music, when he would point to one side of the stage,
half of the people would shout or sing out:
“To the East!”
And then, he would point to the other side of the stage, where people playfully,
“To the West!”
They were there for over an hour, when the next group was waiting in the
‘wings.’ They apologized for not being able to play an encore, too. Great
group: “480 East!”
As we left the Jazz and Rib Fest, I gave my old guy friend a hug, we got into
his big truck, where he asked, “Do you mind listening to Jonny Lang?”
We were silent, reminiscing on my part, as we drove back home. I had met
him at the Polaris Wendy’s and got out, smiling and waving goodbye. He
rolled down his window and asked a rather ‘tricky’ question,
“Are you okay?”
I nodded my head, thinking, “Out of the frying pan and into the fire.”
Adele passed through my mind, in her ranting song,
“Set Fire to the Rain.”
But I didn’t shed a tear. . .