Letter From The Editor: Tickets, Please
Missing tickets make memories fade even faster.
Like many Orlando Magic fans, I snatched up home-game tickets when our team qualified for the NBA playoffs in May. Except they weren’t really tickets—at least not ones I could hold in my hand. Rather they were electronic transfers onto my iPhone.
The Magic were dispatched handily by the Toronto Raptors in five games. (And let me digress here and praise our players and coach for an incredible late-season run just to make the playoffs.) I’ve got programs, T-shirts and even video I took to commemorate the two games I attended. Sadly, though, my snazzy-looking E-tickets eventually removed themselves from my Ticketmaster app.
Alas, I’m just one of those dinosaurs who’s a ticket stub freak. Yes, in a Ziploc bag at home, I’ve kept Orlando Magic tickets from past years, including the first season, when the Magic upset Michael Jordan and the Bulls, as well as Charles Barkley and the 76ers. I’ve even got season tickets from the 1994 playoffs and a few home games that never happened—because the Magic were swept by the Indiana Pacers in the first round. Tickets like these will never be worth a fortune on eBay, but they hold special meaning to me when I run across them decades later—like the one I saved from the Alabama-Georgia football game in 1965 when I was 9 years old and the Bulldogs defeated the No. 1 Crimson Tide. Or the weathered green slip of a ticket I saved from the first game ever played in Atlanta Stadium—an exhibition between the Milwaukee (soon to be Atlanta) Braves and the Detroit Tigers.
There have been many other tickets I’ve saved over the decades, particularly concerts—various bands and singers at local clubs, James Taylor at the Orange County Convention Center, Jackson Browne at the Carr Centre, Fleetwood Mac at the Citrus Bowl.
But these days? It’s either a printout that gets wadded up in a pocket, or an electronic ticket that vanishes within a week or two. And makes the memory of a particular event disappear even faster.
Sigh. I guess progress and convenience comes with a price.
But enough of the downer reflections. I need a vacation, and so do you. This issue has just the ticket: a series of getaways mapped out by writer Susan Moynihan, including a foodie journey to Chicago, a golf adventure in Arizona, and relaxation for body and soul in The Berkshires. Our semi-annual Wedding package will help you prepare for that special day, including inspiration pages on table settings, cakes and stationery. And in our Dine section, critic Joseph Hayes checks out two hotspots—Sushi Pop in Winter Park and Sette in Ivanhoe Village. Both are standout restaurants. Speaking of which, if you happened to miss our May issue, check out the winners of the annual Dining Awards by clicking here.