There are few people in the world more fantastic than Elise. Elise has a positive energy unlike anyone else on earth. Part of the reason I love Apple Hill is that it provides me an annual opportunity to laugh my ass off for two weeks with Elise.
Elise is the violinist in the Apple Hill Chamber Players, and she and I attended Oberlin together. Our birthdays are four days apart (mine was on Saturday) and every summer at Apple Hill we celebrate by referring to one another as "You Old BAG!" This year she kept threatening to present me with an actual old bag for my birthday, but the remote nature of Apple Hill means there is not much opportunity for thrift store shopping.
My birthday fell on the day of the three hour (no intermission) end-of-session concert. One of the greatest miracles of Apple Hill is that rather than wanting to kill myself during this potentially mind numbing concert, each year I am riveted. Riveted . This year I was especially entertained because as each group came out (there were 17 groups) they taped a letter to the wall of the barn/concert hall. By the end of the concert, the barn looked like this:
Today Elise turns 31. Remember Elise, 31 is a prime number. Prime number = prime of life.
Happy Birthday, You Old Bag! I love you, man.