Oct 4, 201310:25 AMBlaska's Bring It!
with David Blaska
The Squire made good use of the Packer bye last weekend
(page 1 of 2)
Life may not exist on Mars, but it can on a Packer bye weekend.
Saturday morning last week began bright and shiny on my black, white, and chrome Harley Sportie. The ride from Madison’s southwest side to Oconomowoc was roughly 50 miles, taken for an even better 60-mile ride through the lake country and Kettle Moraine of Waukesha County in the company of other would-be weekend motorcycle outlaws.
Organized by the Rock River H.O.G. chapter, the ride benefited the fight against breast cancer, which caused a lot of manly men to dye their beards and mustaches pink and decorate their mounts with pink brassieres. We went out in 11 separate waves of 30 to 40 bikes each, then to a silent auction, music, beer, and food at Olympia Resort.
No two bikes alike; no two riders the same. It’s all about individuality.
After dipping my toes into Fowler Lake in the middle of the lovely city of Oconomowoc, I rode due west to the Town of Sun Prairie to celebrate nephew Jared’s marriage to the lovely Shannon at brother Mike-boy’s survivalist camp deep within Grandma’s Woods. Appropriate of any Blaska event, there was fire in the tent (quickly extinguished); much wine and beer chilling in an antique, claw-footed bathtub; great food; and Peg’s inimitable attention to detail. Even a big screen to watch the Badgers humbled by their SEC Big 10 rival. Saw many old neighbors, including Bernie and Sandy Weisensel, Claudia Yelk Quick, Rich and Veronica Statz, Liz Blaska, and the always gracious Shirley Statz.
Sunday, I squired the Lovely Lisa to a performance of the Madison Symphony Orchestra’s season-opening program at the Overture Center. We heard selections from Aaron Copland’s ballet Appalachian Spring and Richard Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde — both of which I enjoyed greatly. What sold me was the second half devoted to one of my favorite classic pieces, Rimsky-Korsakov’s haunting Scheherazade. Powerful but so exquisitely beautiful — how that violin keens! — it hurt. Isthmus online capably reviews the program of this “regional orchestra of national quality.”
Attending a symphony orchestra performance is a visual feast as well as an aural one. The orchestra, clad in black, furiously worked its brass, woodwind, and sunburst string instruments amid the subtle golden hues of the Overture Center. I liked to watch for the triangle player as his big moment arrived. The acoustics allowed the ping of his instrument to be heard even from the top balcony.
It’s good to be alive in Madison, Wis., in this glorious autumn of the year. A wealth of treasure.