Friday, July 29, 2016

Solar Power

Brighton's first residential pole-mounted solar -
YES IMBY!
After the traumatic experience the Town of Brighton put us through to build our house, I never anticipated having to go back to them for permission for anything again. Yes, their hostility not only made me cry at a town meeting, but we almost decided not to move to Rochester, they were being so unreasonable. But then we decided to install solar panels.

Even though the town has various green initiatives, we discovered that the Town Board’s Solar Energy Systems Local Law only pertained to rooftop panels. Because of our odd rooflines and large trees, installing solar only made sense for us if it were pole-mounted in the back yard. So back we went before the Town Board of Appeals, to apply for another variance. Luckily, this time there seemed to be more reasonable people on the Board, and Jesse Cook, President of Geotherm, Inc., who spoke on our behalf, was very calm in his explanation of the project and in dealing with some silly questions, like what percent of our power would be supplied by the array (really? How would that factor into their decision?). Reason prevailed, and our variance application was approved on May 6, to become the first residential installation of pole-mounted solar in Brighton.

Installation
Jesse anticipated completing the project by the end of June. This is Brighton, though, so of course we encountered a setback – the town required some additional drawings that he’d never had to provide to any other town. So finally, on July 11, we got our permit! It took a little over two weeks for them to complete the installation. The lack of rain worked in our favor, but our bedrock was a hindrance. Since they couldn’t drill down as far as specified in the plans, a workaround required yet another town inspection and signoff.


Day 1 and we've already sent 1 kWh back to the grid!
Finally, on July 29, the panels were linked to the meter, and started generating energy for our home. The two panels will supply approximately 10% of our annual electricity needs – not huge, but it will certainly make a dent in our RG&E bill. Because of the federal and state tax credits, the system should pay itself back in about 15 years. But did I mention that it will lower our RG&E bill? So finally, after paying all of those additional fees that support sustainability projects, we’re actually getting something back!

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Hill Cumorah Pageant

There are some performances you want to see more than once. For me, it’s: almost anything by Stephen Sondheim, Chess, any of my favorite pieces danced by the New York City Ballet, Hamilton, and Book of Mormon. Speaking of which…

My dancer friend Colleen and I have joked about going to see the Hill Cumorah Pageant for a couple of years, and finally decided to brave it. I’d never heard of it until moving to Rochester. But it’s obviously a big pilgrimage site for the Mormons, as evidenced by the myriad license plates in the parking lot (I only played the license plate game for about five minutes, and in addition to New York and neighboring states, checked off both Carolinas, Florida, Illinois, Kansas, Kentucky, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Nevada, Tennessee, Texas, Utah (of course), Washington, D.C., and even Ontario and Mexico!

One of Colleen’s friends warned us that if we went too early, we’d be approached with an attempt to proselytize. I couldn’t wait. Her husband, Bill, who accompanied us, was less mocking, and was probably glad that the wandering evangelizing cast avoided us entirely. It was a lovely Friday evening, and the audience seemed to be at least a couple thousand people (the website says there is seating for 9,000!).

Since the Mormons wouldn’t come to me, I went to one of them, and learned that there were approximately 750 people in the cast, some from as far away as Switzerland (are there really Mormons in Switzerland?!). They rehearse for a week, then perform for two weekends of shows. They all looked very Kool-Aid-happy as they walked around with their pamphlets, despite a tiny group of men roadside, protesting that the Mormons aren’t “true Christians,” whatever that means…

The spectacle began with a prayer, and then an introduction:  “This is the true story…” The plot seemed hard to follow and hard to swallow. Apparently, after an improbable crossing of the Atlantic Ocean from some unnamed “wilderness” close to Israel, 600 B.C.E., a family (a couple with four sons and their wives, which should have produced a nice batch of inbred offspring in several generations) settles in America (North or South unclear): the new promised land. The assertion that they became a great nation with cities and temples is fantastical in light of the profound lack of evidence of either. How did they manage not to have any documented interaction with any Native Americans? How did this become a legitimate religion? The stories are as colorful as the costumes, and extremely melodramatic.

While I’m glad to have checked this off my list, once is definitely more than enough.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Sunday in the Mount Hope Cemetery with Luci

practicing wall-climbing in a cemetery is clearly inappropriate!
Cemeteries are a curiosity to me. On the one hand, they seem like a terrific waste of sometimes very valuable land, and an inefficient way to deal with dead people. On the other hand, they do provide some much needed open space, especially in over-populated places like New York City. But as park-like as they are, they aren’t conducive to park activities (it would be “disrespectful” to sunbathe, or have a catch, and a friend and I were even kicked out of a Boston cemetery decades ago because we thought it would be a nice setting for a picnic, although picnics are allowed in Mt. Hope Cemetery).

I thought it would be fun to take a walking tour of Mount Hope Cemetery (a combination of a stroll in the park and a history lesson), and so did my friend Luci. So on a hot Sunday afternoon, our guide, Julie, educated and entertained us for two hours.

The cemetery was established in 1838, 1.5 miles out of town, on land carved by the glacial retreat. Its original 50 acres have grown to 196, contain the remains of over 370,000 (more than the current population of the city of Rochester), and still have room for more. In addition to Susan B. Anthony and Frederick B. Douglass, a plethora of famous locals are buried here, and even though I’m not a native, I’ve lived here long enough to recognize many of the names. But the fun of the tour is in the stories told by the guide (in order on our tour):

Luci by Knapp's grave
  • Azariah Boody, a wealthy railroad industrialist, who owned land at University Avenue & Prince Street, which was named for his horse, Prince.
  • Emily Sibley Watson, who founded the Memorial Art Gallery in her son’s memory, and who took another young man named David, a talented musician, under her wing and bought him a Stradivarius. After he died in the war, she founded a music school in his name (Hochstein).
  • Laura Knapp, who died of meningitis at age 3, and whose marker symbolizes her short life.
  • Bausch & Lomb (or Lomb & Bausch, depending on which side of the memorial you are viewing), who are buried together, under an enormous weeping beech, planted in 1848.
Bausch & Lomb under the weeping beech
Susan B. Anthony and her sister
  • Susan B. Anthony, whose grave is one of the most visited, and whose unassuming marker gets plastered with “I Voted” stickers each election. (All of the women who illegally voted with her are buried here.)
our guide, Julie
  • Margaret Woodbury Strong, the “wealthy hoarder” who called her house a “museum of fascination” and whose collection is the basis of the Strong National Museum of Play.
  • Henry Rogers Selden, who turned down the opportunity to serve as VP under Lincoln in his second term.
  • General Marshall, whose grave was vandalized in 2000, and whose skull remains missing.
  • Henry Ward, Buffalo’s first traffic fatality in 1906, and whose brain was donated to Cornell University.
  • Orphans from the Orphan Asylum, most of whom were girls who died in a tragic fire in the Corn Hill orphanage.
  • Frederick B. Douglass, who didn’t die in Rochester, but who lived here longer than any other location, and whose two memorials have different birth dates.
There were also small markers that just said “Baby” or “My first born” – mostly, according to Julie, first-born boys who remained nameless in order not to waste the names of their fathers on them.

While the cemetery is owned by the City of Rochester, funds for its upkeep are primarily raised by the Friends of Mt. Hope Cemetery. Frankly, I was pleased to learn that the City has its priorities straight – spending money on its living residents, rather than its dead ones. And while the entropy on display (whether from natural decay or vandalism) might seem sad, it is really just a reminder that nothing is permanent. Or, more poetically:
 “The blossom falls on the mountain.
The mountain falls on the blossom.
All things fall.”

(“Chrysanthemum Tea” from Stephen Sondheim’s Pacific Overtures)

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Genesee Brew House

Last year, when my a cappella group sang at Ferris Hills in Canandaigua, we met a woman in the audience who said she had been the original Jenny girl. I had no idea what that meant until I recently went to the Genesee Brew House with my friend Marsha from Vermont, who was visiting with her son Zach, a recent college grad. What else to do on the first rainy day in forever but a brew tour and tasting?

Beth, our tour guide
We went to the first tour of the day, at noon, and our guide, Beth, was informative and entertaining. The Genesee Brewery was founded in 1878, but the Brew House only opened four years ago, and is so popular, they are looking to expand (Beth explained that their kitchen is currently so small they can’t make French fries!). She described the four main ingredients in beer – water (theirs, from Hemlock Lake, has the ideal pH and mineral content for brewing), malted barley (over 150 varieties, to provide sweetness and flavor), hops (for bitterness), and yeast (which has something to do with distinguishing between ales and lagers). It was here that Beth started to get technical, talking about mash tuns and heat exchangers, and lost me. My mind wandered to the downpour, and to wondering how anyone figured out this complicated process in the first place (according to Wikipedia, Sumerians were drinking beer 6000 years ago!).

Apparently, the brewing process takes three to four weeks, and the brewery has a tasting panel, which meets every day to make sure the quality is up to standard (otherwise, the beer is dumped). Recipes are developed and tested in the 20-barrel Brew House, and if they prove popular at tastings, they go next door to the 1000-barrel brewery. Their most popular beer is the salted caramel chocolate porter, which was brewed in collaboration with Hedonist Artisan Chocolates. It was originally piloted in the Brew House and was so successful it transferred almost immediately to large-scale production.

The tasting room offers four glasses for $3, and 75% of the proceeds go to charity. So it was our duty to drink to support this quarter’s recipients: the Nature Conservancy of Central & Western NY and Monroe Community College Foundation. I had my first taste of Genesee beer ever: the Cream Ale (nice), Honey Brown (my favorite), 12 Horse Ale (only available on-site), and Brewhouse Alt (towards the bitter side, but nothing like the lilac ale Marsha tasted!). We also played a video game to test our “brew IQ” and learned the name of the original Jenny girl, Daphne Doré, along with a lot of other fun facts (including that their non-alcoholic beer actually has a tiny percent of alcohol…).

After a yummy lunch upstairs (no fries, but thick-cut bacon – as Zach said, “there’s nothing better than bacon and beer”), the sky cleared, so we took a short walk over the Pont de Rennes Bridge for a lovely view of the High Falls and the demolition of RG&E’s Beebee Station, which would be a great location for a river walk lined with cafes, but will apparently continue to be closed to the public.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Rocappella at Horizons

Growing up, I didn’t want to be a lawyer, like my dad, or a mother, like my mom; I wanted to be a teacher. It didn’t occur to me that I’d need way more patience than I had, and to be able to live on a relative pittance. For all the music lessons I took, I never had delusions of pursuing music as a profession – my talents are as a hobby and as educated audience, at best. But recently, I had the opportunity to participate in an educational experience involving music, at the Horizons Program at the Warner School of Education (at the University of Rochester). The program’s theme this summer is Performance, and I volunteered my a cappella group (Rocappella) to perform and teach the kids a song.

Our biggest and most animated audience yet!
Rocappella’s mission is to sing for fun and charity, and for what we hope is the joy we bring to our audience. We mostly perform at nursing homes, but this season we branched out to the downtown YWCA, and we hope to carol at the Ronald McDonald House in December. Singing for the Horizons kids was a little outside our scope, but it was an opportunity to show them that, just as you don’t need to be a professional to learn, play, or enjoy sports, neither do you need to be a professional to learn, perform or enjoy music.

We sang some of our more ‘upbeat’ and kid-friendly songs: Royals, Blackbird, All You Need is Love, as well as Summertime, from Porgy & Bess. On a couple of the songs, the kids started snapping and clapping along, not even needing to be told that “friends don’t let friends clap on 1 and 3.” And even though Royals turned out not to be the most appropriate choice for K-8th grade, lyric-wise, we could see some kids were singing right along with us!

I wanted to teach them a fun round, not something mindless like Row Row Row Your Boat that they already knew. I immediately thought of P.D.Q. Bach’s Art of the Ground Round (click here to listen to a recording on Youtube). None of my ‘fella pellas’ or Horizon’s Executive Director, Lynn Gatto, had heard of P.D.Q. Bach or Peter Schickele – how can that be? I decided that Nelly is a nice girl would be too racy, and Please, kind sir too difficult, but Loving is easy would be simple to teach and just silly enough. OK, this lack of judgment is perhaps another reason I’m not an educator – it was difficult just for my group to master! We did, though, and the kids all got the joke.  During the applause, Lynn quietly confirmed that it was too demanding for the kids, and we left on a high note. I hope I’ll be able to make it back to campus for the students’ end-of-term performances!

For more information on Horizons at Warner: