It’s raspberry season!

We stopped by the farm up the road from us yesterday, just to see what’s in and if they had anymore strawberries (they did). M remarked on the way that the raspberries should be coming in soon. And there they were, in the little market: freshly picked raspberries.

I’m not usually a big fan of the raspberry, but I popped one into my mouth to try it and the next thing you know I was having a bowl of mixed berries for lunch.

Hilgert’s farm has, by far, the best berries in the world. They have lots of taste, flavor, and juiciness. Tons better than anything you can buy in the grocery store.

Last night’s trip up to Cleveland to see Jersey Boys was fun. M and I both enjoyed the show, especially once we moved to different seats. The State Theatre, where we saw the show, has horrible seating in the balcony (the cheap seats which, by the way, aren’t all that cheap). You can’t see over the heads of the people in front of you. Well, I couldn’t. There was a man who must have been well over six feet tall who was about four rows down in front of us and his head was blocking pretty much my entire view of the stage. The only time I could see anything was when he leaned in towards his wife/girlfriend/whatever-she-was. The music and dialog were still quite enjoyable, but I wanted to see what was happening on the stage. I don’t think that’s unreasonable considering we paid to see the show.

At the intermission we moved to some empty seats off to the side and at the very back of the balcony where we had a straight-on view of the stage. Much better!! My thanks to the usher who let us move over there. (I did thank him in person.)

All in all, good show. M read a review somewhere that said to ignore the storyline as it’s inaccurate and just enjoy it as entertainment. Since I don’t know the storyline, it didn’t matter to me that it was inaccurate and I had no trouble at all enjoying it as entertainment. I especially enjoyed the music (boomer that I am).

I don’t recommend it if you’re easily offended by colorful language (including the F bomb). I thought the language made it all the more authentic, but I’m from Jersey. What do I know?