A Soup Run, by Ymir's Beard!

January 1st, an event that all regular readers of this blog recognize as a monumental event in the year of E Streeters lore, not to mention a chronicle of running exploits the likes of which can't be found in many other tomes of the written word.

This year, the annual outing from Westford's Dunstable Road included four bearded warriors, girded for battle with the facial hair to prove it.

No, not those four - THESE FOUR

Tell the truth, which four are more likely to instill fear into the hearts of orcs everywhere?

Okay then, moving on.

Let's start with the stars of this annual post - the chicken stew and the pasta fagioli.

Rock star status once again granted to Karen not just for engineering this pair of culinary delights, but for joining a group of ragtag rogues on the roadways and kicking some mighty butt on the hills of Tyngsboro.

Before the run, I was honored to receive this specially-made shirt from my fellow E Streeters.  While I can't attest to the nationwide status as group spokesman, I'm happy to at least wear the crown when it comes to blogging about our running and Bruce excursions. 

Pre-run in our basement staging area, Scott was inundated with a plethora of wardrobe questions, some of which would be heeded, many of which would be ignored.  Carlos just looked on in abject and aggravated silence as his running mates debated the attire of the day.

My hat was ready to run.

Outside, there was still a debate raging, but it was too late.  And Carlos, still clearly perturbed, just wanted to get going.  Sounds like a job for Mean Carlos!

Then in a flash, we were off, down the treacherous, normally ice-encrusted driveway of John and Karen's heading into the wilds of Westford.

Who's that mysterious figure in the lead?

THIS guy. 

Right around the corner, just like the inevitable New Year, comes the first town line race of the year.

This year, unlike years past, there was a clear, undisputed winner. 

And there to congratulate him from the other side of the town line, is Tyngsboro's favorite melon target, John.

These two warriors have been running together since their days in the 1980s at Chelmsford High School.  Here's Scott and John revisiting their past glories together.

At least one person in this group knows the fundamental rule of running - to always know where the camera is.  Nicely done, Karen!

Running the mean streets of Tyngsboro, and not a cantaloupe in sight.

A classic team picture 

Ruined, apparently when out of nowhere, a rogue rind took Sean out of the picture 

Heading up one of Tyngsboro's THREE heartbreak hills, Karen is still doing the wave 

But back on Dunstable Road, heading towards his home territory, John surges ahead into the lead.  Andrew takes advantage of the moment to start his 2016 photo-bombing onslaught. 

 An escapade he continued, joined by John, who somehow, inexplicably, slipped back into the rear of the pack 

Finally, from high atop Mount Washington, or whatever that street was we ran up, the views are spectacular.

And back into the homestretch, Karen claims her own town line, joined by her congratulatory nephew, Ryan.

And finally, the reason why we run.  Or at least the reason why we run in Westford and Tyngsboro every New Year's Day at 11 a.m.  - the feast!

This year, the chicken stew nosed out the pasta fagioli, voting the latter off the island.  We can't wait to see what next year's offerings include!

Special thanks to the founders of the feast, Karen and John!

And here's to a prosperous, healthy fun-filled year for all of the E Streeters and their extended families, loved ones and friends!
We're fortunate to have such a staunch group of friends and loved ones, and lucky that we're all still here to share the inappropriate jokes, and log the miles on the roadways and the concert circuits together.

Happy New Year to all! 

Down to the Oyster River

A crisp December afternoon with light snowflakes falling in a New Hampshire town provided the storybook setting for a stateside memorial service held for our friend Martin Brewer, taken from us far too early, this past October.

Some of the E Streeters travelled across the pond in October for Martin's funeral service, but Saturday was an opportunity for his extended family from Oyster River High School in Durham, N.H. to gather to pay tribute to their English teacher, their colleague, and their friend.

More than 200 people packed into the Durham Evangelical Church for a ceremony that featured so many of Martin's students and spotlighted the impact he had on their lives.

Virtually all of the teachers that he worked with turned out, and not surprisingly, they all had warm, loving stories of our friend, and were more than happy to share them with everyone.

Martin's brother, Paul, and his wife Lindsey made the trek back over from England to watch as New Englanders honored their loved one.

And of course, the Wolverhampton Wanderers ties made their return in homage to their biggest, and most loyal fan of all time.

I wasn't able to capture pics of all the speakers and performers, but tried my best.  Apologies to those I missed.

Special props to fellow E Streeter Rich Sorensen who recorded a gorgeous sunrise at Rye's Wallis Sands shoreline, set it to Springsteen's Terry's Song, and accompanied it with a collage of dozens of pics of Martin from throughout his life.

You can check out the video here:

Martin's Tribute

Now your death is upon us and we'll return your ashes to the earth

And I know you'll take comfort in knowing you've been roundly blessed and cursed

But love is a power greater than death, just like the songs and stories told

And when she built you, brother, she broke the mold

Cammie Waterhouse delivered a powerful version of Roy Clark's Yesterday, When I was Young

Yesterday when I was young,

The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue,

I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,

The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame;

The thousand dreams I dreamed,

The splendid things I planned

I always built, alas,

on weak and shifting sand;

I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day

And only now I see how the years ran away.

Yesterday, when I was young,

So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,

So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me

And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see,

The students, as well as the music , stole the day.  Seriously, the numbers performed by the students were stunning, and quite impressive from a high school group.  Juilliard has nothing on ORHS.

Kudos to Marc LaForce for his musical Tour De LaForce 

The ORHS jazz combo rocked through Miles Davis's So What 

And the packed house at the Durham Evangelical Church ate it all up 

Clarence Clemons would be proud 

Martin's former colleague Trevor Garman delivered a hilarious tribute filled with the most unique story of Martin tackling a seven-foot phallic snow figure, the likes of which have never been heard before, and likely never will again.  And since this is a family blog, we won't delve into the sordid details here.

You could hear a pin drop during an acapella version of The Beatles' John Lennon and Paul McCartney's In My Life

There are places I remember

All my life, though some have changed

Some forever, not for better

Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments

With lovers and friends I still can recall

Some are dead and some are living

In my life, I've loved them all

Rose Mroczka and Annie Hanley-Miller performed George Harrison's All Things Must Pass

Now the darkness only stays the night-time

In the morning it will fade away

Daylight is good at arriving at the right time

It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass

All things must pass away

All things must pass

All things must pass away

Former student Jake Baver told the crowd how Martin had been his teacher, his mentor and his friend, and how the parallels in their life provided him with inspiration and the courage to wage his own battle with cancer 

The ORHS string ensemble's version of Jay Unger's haunting Ashokan Farewell was quite simply, breathtaking

And finally, a full ORHS Studio Orchestra wrap-up of Ray Charles' A Song for You, with vocals from Skylar Bagdon was a tidy coda for the afternoon's ceremony.

We were alone and I was singin' my song for you

I love you in a place where there's no space or time

I've loved you for my life, yes, you're a friend of mine

And when my life is over, remember when we were together

We were alone and I was singin' my song for you, yes

We were alone and I was singin' this song for you, baby

We were alone and I was singin' my song,

There was very likely more Wolverhampton Wanderers gear in one place in America than ever before, with our ties, coupled with Jake's hoodie.

The lovely ladies of the day

Andrew reunited with his Arundel posse after the event

The Oyster River Alumni Association is raising money for a memorial fund to bring Shakespeare & Company plays to ORHS in memory of Martin.  To contribute, make checks payable to ORAA with Martin Brewer Fund on the subject line.  Checks can be mailed to Oyster River Alumni Association, P.O. Box 320 Durham, N.H., 03824, or credit card payments can be made to the Martin Brewer Memorial Fund at www.oralumni.org/donations.html

To wrap it up, we'll use the words of Martin himself, from a 2004 essay he wrote about Springsteen's album the River, and which Don Maynard shared in part with the group on Saturday afternoon:

"It is no exaggeration to say that my first visit to America in 1981, at the tender age of 18, was completely inspired by the influence of Bruce Springsteen. I travelled from New York to Los Angeles by way of New Orleans and Las Vegas and felt a kinship with the land that felt so natural. This was not a foreign country to me because Springsteen had composed my unique triptych. I was home. At the age of 28 I moved to the USA permanently and the songs of New Jersey’s finest poet have never lost their luster for me. I eagerly await every release as if I were that teenager still. The ever increasing maturity of his songs have helped document my own journey into and through adulthood. This is not some vicarious cheap thrill but a shared experience of life’s joys and frustrations. I am in my forties with many miles in my rear-view mirror but I’ll never forget the excitement of first discovering The River. Does anybody forget their first love? I am the architect of my own destiny in life but when the waters become muddied the music of Bruce Springsteen is like a river that guides me to a place where I will always feel at home."

One final note to put the cherry on top:

Later in the night, Springsteen was the featured musical guest on Saturday Night Live, promoting what else, of course?  His new River tour.

But the final piece of Martin lore of the day came via the surprise guest who walked out to perform with the Boss:  Sir Paul McCartney, another of Martin's fave performers.

Martin and Paul Askew were in attendance at the legendary Hyde Park show when London pulled the plug on this pair performing before because of a curfew, a travesty that Martin remained apoplectic over for years.

They were allowed to play through on Santa Claus is Coming to Town last night.  I'd like to think it was the tip of a Santa cap to Martin Brewer.

Rachel's Rain Run

Back to the trails behind Notre Dame Academy to support a great cause created in memory of a fellow runner - Rachel's Run!

As I wrote about last year, Rachel Anne Morrison, formerly of Chelmsford, was an avid runner who was planning to run the 2014 Boston Marathon with her father John when she hit and killed by a drunken driver in California just months before the Boston Marathon.

Rachel used to organize a post-Thanksgiving run on the cross-country trails behind NDA in Tyngsboro, so now her family continues the tradition, renaming the race for Rachel.

The E Streeters are more than happy to turn out to support the cause.  And who knows, maybe take home some hardware for their efforts?
Read on......

We had snowfall to contend with last year, this year it was rainy conditions that added a bite to the air.

Pre-race smiles - and no, your eyes aren't deceiving you - Erin, herself an NDA alum, was out there notching the miles to help support the great cause.

Barry has many pre-race rituals, not all of which are suitable for discussion on a family blog.  In one of them, he congratulates all of the runners he knows are going to beat him handily in the race.  As you can see, some, like Kara Haas, don't quite know what to make of it.

One of these two runners is going home with top honors.  I'll leave it to your imagination to figure out which one.

We found Scott out at the start, finishing up a 10 mile warm-up.

And making his annual return to the racing ranks, John Piekos!

Elsewhere, Barry is still at it.  Sorry, Lisa.

Barry talks a mean game in the nanoseconds before that starting gun goes off.  Scott is not intimidated.  Clearly.  Neither are total strangers.

And they're off on a group run.  That is, if you're running at Carlos' pace.

Not many shots out on the course to share this year, but we've got some award-winning finish line pics to keep you enthralled.  Steve Vachon doesn't seem impressed by his cheering section.

The cacophony begins to rise among the E Streeters.  Clearly, someone is approaching who needs that finish line adrenaline assist.

Indeed.  It's John-Always-Know-Where-The-Camera-Is-Piekos

Inside the warm gymnasium it's soup for the E Streeters.  It couldn't hold a candle to Karen's New Year's Day offerings, but at that particular moment, it fit the bill.

Barry with more of the extended family clan, also regulars at Rachel's Run

The race standings show some impressive finishes by the E Streeters.  They also show that at least one member of the group has an identity crisis when it comes to his hometown.  Carlos' omission would place him out of the running for any of the medals, sadly. 

Andrew was not the only member of the Cook family who would be claiming a medal at this awards ceremony.

The other one would cockily strut to the table to claim his prize.

Damn, victory tastes sweet. 

At least for one of us.  Andrew hadn't eaten breakfast that morning and was hoping for some sustenance to hold him over.  The first place age group medal wasn't nutritious enough for him.

That's it for this year's outing!  I suspect we'll see everyone back behind NDA next year!  We've conquered the course in snow and rain, so next year should bring some hail!

In the meantime, if you want to donate to the cause, you can still make a donation to the Rachel Morrison Scholarship Fund at the Academy of Notre Dame, Tyngsboro, MA, 01879.