Feeding the Flamboyant Flock

We seem to be in a cold spell, but the bite in the air feels good to this old New England girl.  Walked downtown to the library and met Mr S for lunch. Although we didn’t watch the game, we tuned in for the SuperBowl half-time extravaganza, of which I did not understand one word. Lots of energetic red, white, and blue dancing, but I needed subtitles to decipher the rap artist. I much preferred Jon Batiste singing the national annthem and Trombone Shorty in his opening performance, which we caught up with on video.  Apparently people bet money on how long it will take him to sing the anthem and how long he will hold the last note. I didn’t make that up, but maybe everybody but me already knows these weird things.