We hadn't yet gotten to Crossroads Village, the little historical-preservation village outside Flint, or its anachronistically electric light show this season. Partly that's because we lacked time, partly that's because we were kind of hoping for at least a light snowfall to make the scenery better. The snow never came, but Christmastime was leaving, so we went on a night that was strikingly warm, in the 40s. We'd been when it was cold, and bunny_hugger when it was bitterly cold, but this was ... well, we didn't even need the kettle corn to warm our fingers.
We took in the live melodrama they presented, something we've been getting into. Last year they did an adaptation of The Gift Of The Magi; this year, despite the train conductor suggesting they were doing something Dickens-inspired, the show was an ``original' one that didn't really have much plot. The beloved local lawyer dies, he left no will, so his estate won't go to supporting the village, except his partner's come out from New York and ... the locals find the will. I don't get it. They seemed to have the same actors as who did the Gift Of The Magi version of last year, with the hostile lawyer the best character and actor, but the story felt like it missed its second act.
Anyway, the lights show from the railroad was as fine and bright as ever, although they didn't narrate most of the displays this year. They just played Christmas songs all the way out and back. They were light on the novelty songs, mercifully, but we were looking forward to hearing about the hot air balloons Santa uses for delivering stuff to the Southwest, or about how the juggling dragon was one they meant to get for Halloween one year and it came too late for that, so he moved over to Christmas.
We did get to the antique carousel, running at six rotations per minute and feeling all the faster for that, for two rides. And the Ferris wheel outside was running, also at full speed. We got to these near the close of the night, but that's all right, as we got there before things closed, and we could use the beautiful setting and a couple grand rides to close out the Christmas stuff we go out to visit.
Trivia: The word ``Greek'' for the people seems to come from the Latin Graecus, formed from the name Graii, a small town in southern Boeotia, colonists from which (settling Cyme in Italy) were apparently the first Greeks that the Romans had met. Source: Empires of the Word: A Language History of the World, Nicholas Ostler.
Currently Reading: A History of Modern Japan, Richard Storry.