Waiting for Speedway Fowler

Conference:

Arrival:

Turn the sound up for this. All those snapping and popping sounds are acorns coming down from the trees. The birds and squirrels were chasing each other and knocking off all the acorns.

I have no idea what it is. It looks like a fractal.

Cool.

I bought this new beer the other night. It wasn't actually supposed to be on sale. It's sold in New Hampshire and New York, but was mistakenly stocked at the Massachusetts store where I stopped in and they had rung me up before they realized the mistake.



A pretty good beer. Hearty and tasty, though there's nothing to really distinguish it from any of the other northeast microbrews.

This was the fourth year for the Park Ave. art festival, which has grown every year and is suddenly one of Worcester's best events. Next year will probably be even better. Can't wait!

I happened to find the original Temple Street building open the other day, so I ducked inside and snapped a few pictures. The original basketball court is still there! It was a little sad, though, to see the old place in such disrepair. It's in the middle of the hottest neighborhood in the city, so it would be cool to see it rehabbed some day.

I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good
And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood
And the man on my TV told me that it had always been that way
And there was nothin' anyone could do or say

And I almost listened to him
Yeah, I almost lost my mind
Then I regained my senses again
And looked into my heart to find

That I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham
Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem

Well maybe I'm only dreamin' and maybe I'm just a fool
But I don't remember learnin' how to hate in Sunday school
But somewhere along the way I strayed and I never looked back again
But I still find some comfort now and then

Then the storm comes rumblin' in
And I can't lay me down
And the drums are drummin' again
And I can't stand the sound

But I believe there'll come a day when the lion and the lamb
Will lie down in peace together in Jerusalem

And there'll be no barricades then
There'll be no wire or walls
And we can wash all this blood from our hands
And all this hatred from our souls

And I believe that on that day all the children of Abraham
Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem

John T. Reynolds, Jr., 53, of Worcester, died Monday, Sept. 3, 2007, at Brigham & Women's Hospital, Boston, after a courageous battle with leukemia.

He leaves two sons, Jay J. Reynolds and his wife Sara of Old Orchard Beach, Maine and Christopher P. Reynolds and his wife Amanda of Brookfield; his mother, Ann M. (McCarthy) Reynolds of Worcester; his former wife, Barbara Reynolds of Worcester; two brothers, Richard J. Reynolds and his wife M. Katherine of Worcester and Robert F. Reynolds and his wife Susan of Paxton; a nephew, Keith Reynolds; a niece, Katie Reynolds and her brother, Michael Reardon.
John also had three grandchildren, Daniel J. Reynolds of Old Orchard and
Colin and Ava Reynolds of Brookfield. He was keenly anticipating the
birth later this month of his granddaughter, Kiley.

John was born in Worcester and lived in Worcester all his life. His father was the late John T. Reynolds. He was a 1972 graduate of St. John's High School and attended Quinsigamond Community College. He worked many years with the campus grounds crew at Worcester State College. He loved following: the Red Sox and the Patriots and enjoyed playing golf.
Calling hours at the Athy Memorial Home, 111 Lancaster St., Worcester, are Tuesday, Sept. 4 from 5 to 8 p.m. The funeral will be Wednesday, Sept. 5 from the funeral home with a Mass at 10 a.m. in Christ the King Church, 1052 Pleasant St., Worcester. Burial will be in St. John's Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Nazareth Home for Boys, 77 Mulberry St., Leicester 01524.