So before I went to Chicago, I got the opportunity to go to Busch Gardens theme park, near Williamsburg. I was given the opportunity by my housemate who was going with her friends from the Muggivan School of Irish Dance. It's happenstance that the last time of was in Virginia, back in 1994, the family and I went to King's Dominion, another theme park slightly north of the city. Being a teenage kid, I did not go on all of the fast rides back then; and for someone who hasn't ridden any roller-coasters in Britain for a very long time, wasn't going to 'pussy-out' this time. Because it's in the fall season, access to rides was swift, and we chose to go on the 'Griffin' first. This ride has two 90 degree drops, and on the first, hangs over the edge for a few seconds before releasing. It drops 62 metres, reaching 71mph at the bottom. I did hang on for dear-life; and it was both scary and exhilarating at the same time. It probably shouldn't have been the first roller-coaster, but it did set me up nicely for the other rides. Other rides include Alpengeist; Verbolten; Apollo's Chariot; Loch Ness Monster and even Turkish Delight, a tea-cup and saucer I rode with Meghan (she doesn't like the bigger rides). One of the other reasons for going was Howl-O-Scream. When daylight turns to darkness, areas of the park are transformed into "little house of horrors," which visitors walk around getting the "shit scared out of them!" In addition, park attendants and volunteers also dressed-up in halloween costumes, wandering around the park and scaring the bejesus out of people, who mainly picked on one of the gals, and others who'd let their guard down. British theme parks should emulate American theme parks back home; our theme parks are really tame.
I've now been living in Church Hill North for three weeks now and I've got to know my "housemate," technically, land-lady, very well. Her two main hobbies are coddling her 7 year-old puppy Jordan (who we met on an earlier email) and Irish dancing. When we first met, we negotiated my contract at the Hardywood Park Craft Brewery, where I was introduced to live Irish dancing (I had already seen Riverdance) and Sour Beer. In the neighbourhood, she is known as "snowflake." Anthony, aka "sweeps," the black man who mows Sabrina's lawn and very amiable, informed her of this term after having dinner one night round her place. I don't know whether or not this term is pejorative with the black community of Church Hill or just a term to describe white women, but it has led to much amusement among the three of us. I also have another ghetto-slang term in my large repertoire of racial slurs and swear words!
She's a Southern Baptist, although goes to a Presbyterian Church. She is not devout, nothing remotely religious exists around the house and she has missed Church on a couple of occasions. The main reason she goes to this particular Church is because less-rigid approach to Church orthodoxy. As part of my American experience I asked whether I could go along one Sunday, and so I did. Like most Americans, these churchgoers were friendly, and was asked why I was in the United States. Everyone took their places, and the band played to enliven the mood. The songs, lyrically at least, talked about love and God. I thought they could be marketed as ordinary pop songs, which "all" talk about love and "their one and only." A Texas pastor, who is also a missionary, spoke for the majority of the service. I switched off for most of it; I was hungry and dehydrated from the previous day's excursion at the Broadberry. My ears pricked up when he started talking about his missionary work. He'd been to Azerbaijan, Iran, and Niger. He talked about Boko Haram and the fighting that had taken place in Nigeria, commenting on one situation where a new church was built after the Nigerian army had defeated and forced out militant forces in this region. This all came as a surprise to other pastors in Nigeria, who thought such a feat would be impossible in such a war-torn region. It was all very positive. That is Sabrina's outlook for her church-going, that it makes her feel good, although we haven't got into any proper theological debates, yet. What I didn't like was that you had to constantly repent for your sins; that all humans are sinful in the eyes of God. Another aspect, which reminded me of a group therapy session (because people would speak very openly about their lives), was that the members of the congregation, whilst praying, would speak openly of their sins. It was rather ad libitum, and peoples utterances were incoherent, as they usually are when making things up on the spot. One woman made me chuckle (it didn't help she was in a electric wheelchair). She was hoping to fly to San Francisco, and could not get a lift to the airport. She did not want to speak to her father, who'd not helped her previously, and then spoke openly to the flock. "Please, Oh Lord, may someone help me get to the airport; I've tried my hardest, and I've just not been able to find away to get to the airport." "Forgive me lord." And every sentence ends by giving "praise or love" to God. It sounded like and advertisement to the congregation so this woman could 'just' get a lift to the airport. You could just make "any old shit" up, followed by "I love you Jesus" and that was it. I thought it was all too superficial, even if the people there were genuine folk. I nudged Sabrina to get her to speak aloud; she said she had "nothing to say." I know that's not true - "sinful bitch!"
As a single bi-sexual woman, she's been on a few dates since I moved in to the house (I asked her permission to write about this topic). Now, my buddies back home will probably have similar dating experiences, but I never thought Americans were this weird. One of the first dates she went on, before we met, is a guy now referred to as "Black Slave-Master." Now the date apparently was going well, until Mr B-S-M asked Sabrina whether or not she - her date was a white guy - would marry him, and submit to him by getting impregnated by a black man and have his children. Oddly enough, a woman called Chelsea, whom Sabrina dated, also encountered this man online. I wonder if he uses the same pitch for all dates he goes on? I don't think this is a successful strategy. Another date, was a guy who'd been waiting for Sabrina for couple hours, had a few drinks, had more drinks with Sabrina, decided to get up after three hours' conversation, went outside, came back in, went straight to the bar and asked: "what they recommended for a drink?" completely forgetting that he'd been at the bar for several hours, totally confusing the barman and Sabrina. (Apparently, this guy had damaged his head; he's recently text Sabrina and this was his explanation). Most recently, Sabrina went to dinner with a police officer. Although having a muscle car (Dodge Challenger), he was very boring in conversation. However, there was one story that is extremely fascinating, relating to his work. The police had been called to one house because of a shooting. When the five-O arrived they found a guy lying in a pool of his own blood with his jaw blown off!, believing this man was the victim. The man, as it turned out, had tried to commit suicide, and survived. About a year later, the same man, whose jaw had been reconstructed, found himself in an altercation with the "pigs!" Apparently he had fired randomly at some people (the story is unclear how the police became involved). He shot and wounded a policeman (who was not killed); but the policeman shot back, striking the guy in the face! The shot however, struck him in the reconstructed jaw, ricocheting off the titanium plate, holding his face together. He was still hospitalised, but again, managed to survive the gun shot. For shooting the policeman, he's now in Terre Haute!
Sabrina is still an amateur Irish dancer, but has started competing. I went with her and the Busch gals to Williamsburg to watch her compete. Sabrina has yet to advance to hard shoe and so only competed in soft shoe (Like Ballet), and performed the reel, light jig, slip jig and single jig. The competition itself gave me a unique insight into the competitive "art-sport" that is Irish dancing. It is also a highly competitive activity in the UK, as both Kaitlyn and Liam, two young dancers with the Muggivan Dance School, have both competed in Scotland. It is predominantly a female activity, with a lot of pageantry involved, not just to show off, but as a crucial part of the competition when being judged. Female dancers tan their legs using spray, wigs are worn, and the longer the wig, the higher their status in the dance world. Dresses are very elaborate costing thousands of dollars, with one young lady having a captain America themed dress. In soft shoe, dancers glue their socks to their legs so that they don't fall down whilst dancing. When competing, three dancers compete at the same time, which is normal in any sport, but they compete all on the same dance space, which not only leads to on-stage disruptions, but full-blown mid-air collisions. Sabrina did win three golds in her grouping, but she was the only one competing.
She next competed at the Celtic Festival. Because she had to get there early, and I wasn't asked nor wanted to set-up, I drove her car back to the house. Once I found the accelerator pedal, driving an automatic is very easy. Everything in the U.S. is designed for convenience and you don't have to think too hard to drive an American automobile. Not at all red lights, but at most, you can turn right on a red light when there is no traffic. Navigating traffic lights is simple, but the road system, particularly in Church Hill, which is a grid system, is more perplexing. At cross-sections you generally have four full-stop signs, and every driver, must stop. But there are other junctions, sometimes on the same stretch of road where you previously had to stop, where you have the right of way and the junctions joining the main thoroughfare, have to stop. Most of the time everyone just stops, because they don't understand the road system either. In Church Hill, they also have roundabouts which drivers manage to navigate, but they're just placed in the middle of a cross-section, and are treated as cross-section junctions!,not as devices to keep the traffic flowing. I also drove back to the Celtic Festival and had the police following me down one street. When the Po-Po pulled along-side, he just smiled at me and drove off.
Sabrina had competitors this time and was awarded a gold,silver and bronze for the categories she was placed. Like most festivals, it has food, booze, with whiskey tasting, trinkets and clothes, but also included highland games, consisting of the caber toss, weight throw, Scottish hammer throw, stone put and Scottish dancing. Mr Larby would have enjoyed this very much! They also had axe throwing, which we would have never have in the UK (little kiddies were throwing them too). They also sold "celtic" daggers and swords, which I should have purchased for Dad's ever growing collection.
Let me tell you a little about Church Hill. It was the original plot of land designated to the city of Richmond and therefore the oldest neighbourhood surrounding the city. Technically, I'm living in Church Hill North and the buildings look newer than those closer to Shockoe Bottom. It's called Church Hill because there is almost a Church on every block, within the neighbourhood. The most famous site is St John's Episcopal Church, which was the site of the first (1774) and second (1775) Virginia Conventions before the "Great American Spasmodic Rebellion." Virginia, being the oldest state in the Union, naturally, has many of the leading figures living there at the time of the revolutionary period. George Washington attended, so did Peyton Randolph; but the most famous, particularly at these conventions, was Patrick Henry, a significant advocate of independence and renowned for saying: "Give me liberty, or give me death!" Americans love their soundbites; as well do politicians, the media and historians, but the complete quotation goes like this:
"Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take: but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!"
It has also come to my attention that William Wirt , who wrote Sketches of the Life and Character of Patrick Henry, published 1817, entirely made up the speeches spoken by Patrick Henry, who had never published them whilst he was alive. To my friends and anyone else reading this email, who'll slander Americans for their historical myth making, British history too, is littered with falsehoods and pseudo-myths, in the name of "national history." "Chains and Slavery?" What about the black chappies who were in real bondage? This was one of the potent arguments used by the British during the revolutionary period. Of course, it was the British who monopolised the Atlantic slave trade for 150 years, so we do have our own moral dilemmas to circumvent in our own historical narrative.
Virginia's first signatory of the Declaration of Independence George Wythe was poisoned in 1806 by his grand-nephew, known as the George Sweeney Trial, took place in Church Hill. Chimborazo Park was used as a field hospital during the American Civil War. Douglas Wilder, was not only the first black governor of Virigina, but also the first black man elected to a governorship position of any state; he was born in Church Hill. Edgar Alan Poe lived for a time in the early eighteen hundreds with his adopted parents; I have neither dined at Poe's Pub, nor visited the Poe museum. In 1888, the first electric trolley-car system was built in Richmond, purposely designed for the hills in the cities historic east end. In 1925, the Church Hill Tunnel collapsed, with homes caving in, trapping a locomotive and many workers. The rescue attempt was abandoned and the tunnel is now a tomb, establishing a legendary, haunted, reputation. There's now a plan to excavate the tunnel. And it was Elisabeth Scott Bocock, who in the 1950s, established the 'Historic Richmond Foundation' to restore and preserve the declined and decaying historic district. I have wandered around the old neighbourhood and the architecture is splendid. Last but not least, in the early nineties until the mid-naughties, Richmond was one of the most dangerous cities in the United States. Black on Black street crime was fueled by the heroin trade and many homicides took place in Church Hill, Southside and Northside, with the most notorious murders committed by Christopher Goins in 1994.
We're now in the final, crucial week of the election. I'm sure everyone in the UK is paying attention!
Stay tuned.
Snowflake.