Ah yes, the late Vince Lombardi. I can see him now, back in the black and white TV era of the 1960s. He’s standing like a statue on the sidelines on the tundra that is a Green Bay football field. Legs apart, polo coat covering his broad shoulders, absurd fedora on his head. And most of all there’s his shouting, bellowing, at anyone nearby. The refs, his own players, his assistant coaches, were all fair game, targets of his single minded drive.
He was the Bill Belichick of his time, the best-known coach in all of football. Only louder, tougher, harder to deal with.
Tuesday is the last day on the job for Raymond Bacon, co-manager of Woonsocket’s Museum of Work & Culture. Bacon’s retirement ends 16 years working at the museum.
Before his time at the museum, Bacon spent 30 years as a high school teacher. Before that he worked his way through college at The French Worsted Mill. That experience, Bacon said, helped connect him to the people whose lives are chronicled at the Museum of Work and Culture. He said he knew some of the people in the pictures on display.
“Sons of the Prophet” comes to Rhode Island with a pretty darn good reputation. Brown University graduate Stephan Karam’s play was a finalist for a Pulitzer Prize in 2012 and did win several awards that year. It was a favorite of Manhattan’s downtown theater crowd, too.
So, what happened?
At 2nd Story this work, which the author calls “a comedy about a guy coping with chronic pain” seems pretty much weak-kneed. Its “comedy” never really clicks; its philosophy, which seems to be that coping with the unspeakable can be nourishing, doesn’t seem real, or true.
As a 10-year-old child, Howard Phillips Lovecraft would tuck himself into his grandfather’s library and read. Lovecraft’s father had gone mad and his mother eventually would too, making his wealthy grandfather – and all of those books –the center of Lovecraft’s world. Then his world fell apart. Lovecraft’s grandfather died and the estate was badly managed, wiping away his comfortable life in Providence. To earn much needed income Lovecraft, at 13-years-old, carefully crafted astronomy pamphlets and sold them, essentially starting his career as a published writer.
This latest “Up Close” offers dances from the 19th century to world premieres. Topics range from a smartly funny, and goofy, piece called “Tea Time” to a heart-rending vision of the end of life. The music? Well, that goes from Igor Stravinsky and Gustav Mahler to Ray Charles and Jacques Brel.
The dancing by Festival’s best is, generally, at a high level. And, of course, in that rehearsal room the dancers are right there in front of you.
Yes, you could figure that “Les Mis” might be just a tad over-saturated these days.
Many have seen it at least once. Or, they’ve heard the wonderful score.
But, you know what? “Les Mis” is still worth seeing, worth being affected by, worth pondering for its immense world view. And the production opening the season at Ocean State is a first-rate effort. No, it doesn’t have the great turntable racing the pace on stage. It hasn’t reached the incredible settings of Broadway or top flight road shows.
An historic Providence diner is back in business after years of painstaking restoration. The building is on the National Register of Historic Places.
The West Side Diner on Westminster Street was originally located in Olneyville. After it closed in 1999, it was slated for demolition until developer Jon Ozbek purchased and moved it. The result is a gleaming stainless steel and glass block edifice that has been fully restored to its 1947 glory. Co-owner Lisa Arena said much of the structure is original.
Providence restaurants did a brisk business this weekend as a convention of foodies descended on the capital city.
For the uninitiated, a taste trekker is a person who plans their vacations around food. Over the weekend some 150 of these people visited Providence for the first Taste Trekkers Convention. They listened to top chefs, heard lectures on subjects as obscure as Memphis barbecue and chocolate from Madagascar, and of course they ate. Matt Bowie came from Somerville, Massachusetts.