Imitation, Baggers, Music Math

“Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery”

Oscar Wilde wrote that “Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness..”

I’ve always loved that idea. The question “what would Don do?” gets asked with some frequency here still.  I was fortunate to spend a few hours with three fellow Galway alumni yesterday and more than once one of us mumbled “sure hope Dusty’s not watching!” Some of the “old~timers” of our youth took such pride in their work that sometimes it feels like they’re still watching.  We’re lucky to have that. 

As a kid I mowed a lot of lawns in town. I loved mowing then, as I do now.  I mowed two lawns for Mr. Parish as well as the lawns of his neighbors, Mr. Ruman and Mr. Brown.  I mowed the lawn here at the Bull and at Don and Jane’s home on Birchton Road. I also mowed for Ellen, the chef here in the late 70’s who inspired so many of us to pursue hospitality and culinary paths.  At the end of the job, a cold drink, a few dollars and a “good job” made for a rewarding day.  They each had different expectations as each property had its own characteristics and idiosyncrasies. Over time I’d learn what mower patterns made for an efficient and attractive finish. I still think of each of those landowners from time to time while I mow and some of the conversations they’d start with 14 year old me. My earliest employers are all gone, but I sometimes feel like they’re still watching today. 

This spring I’ve had the opportunity to mow again for the most scrutinizing client of all.  My Dad. The artisans that maintain Saratoga National Golf Club could take a few pointers from this man.  His lawn, his hedges, heck his woods are pristine.  Always. OK, except when my twin nephews were learning to throw curveballs and practicing their headfirst slides!

Anyway..I mowed Dad’s lawn today.  Did the front three times in three distinctly different patterns.  It looks mighty fine.  But ya know what?  In a few minutes my sister is gonna drop him off at home and he’ll notice that I didn’t use the bagger.  I still hate using a bagger.  He’ll notice.  He’ll thank me but I know I’m still imitating greatness.  

Dan Fogelberg wrote “I’m just a living legacy  of the leader of the band”.  Truer words were never spoken.  

Ya know…my Dad was the instrumental music teacher here in Galway for 30 years. I had the distinction of being the obnoxious teacher’s pest. He would give a written final exam to the entire band. My senior year there was a question on the test something to the effect of…

In 4/4 time, how many beats does an eighth

note get?

The answer is 1/2

I wrote .5

He marked it wrong and I got a 99 on the test.

I went to the Principal looking for support.

Mr. Lukaziewicz took his side.

Music Math. It’s a real thing.