The 20 minute drive from my childhood
home in Mattawan to the outdoor amphitheater in downtown Kalamazoo is
full of men mowing sprawling green lawns, vinyl sided houses looking
eerily similar in design and shape as the neighbors', sun rays
shining down on diapered children, and tomatoes on bushes. As we
near the city, houses become closer together and less alike and
children, though still using the time to play furiously in the summer
sunshine, are found on pavement and porches versus the green green
grass of the suburbs.
We arrive to a large crowd scattered
comfortably around Bronson Park's bandshell and to people clapping
for the opening act: Notified. Notified is a local A Cappella
singing group and upon our arrival their voices bellowed renditions
of Jason Mraz's “I Won't Give Up” and Simon and Garfunkel's
“Bridge Over Troubled Water.” Bronson Park, divided by a long
reflecting pool which breaks the crowd into two diagonal lines, is
the heart of Kalamazoo's downtown. Offering shade, a place to walk
in the summer and in the winter, providing Candy Cane Lane and a
classic Nativity scene; it's a place children remember with found
memories once they've grown up and moved away. And every Sunday at 4
pm during the summer, it's a place that offers free Concerts in the
Park.
“Look at all the different colors of
lawn chairs,” my mom says as we unfold our own.
I reply with a smile as I settle into
my own bright blue chair.
We unwrap our shaved turkey sandwiches,
sip on our Faygo sodas, and nibble on cherries as the music from the
feature act, Gull Lake Jazz Orchestra, begins to stretch across the
park, finding our ears and settling there pleasantly. The fast paced
songs including Frank Mantooth's contemporary arrangement,“Young
and Foolish,” kept the audience entertained, the children dancing,
and the dogs on leashes quiet. A burst of applause rang out for a
particularly outstanding piano solo and then again for the vocalist
belting out lyrics to a few different numbers.
I often describe Michigan as an
underrated state and Kalamazoo, hardly even on any nonresident's
radar, is no exception. But there is a romantic feel here created by
more than the sway of a young couple's entwined arms and the jazz
notes dancing off the stage. Kalamazoo, with its small but full
parks and its active art council and its cobblestone downtown streets
lined with local ice cream shops, art galleries, and Bells brewery,
is no New York; but still it all feels very enchantingly
metropolitan.
“Well, we'll see you next week,”
the lady in front of me said to no one and everyone at the same time.
“Probably not,” I thought, the
weight of the usual number of miles between myself and my hometown
sitting on my heart, “but today was perfect.”
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