Good morning, all! I slept well, and I will shortly deliver the Life Begins At 8:40 Full score and vocal score to Fed Ex. This morning, at last, my PHI payment landed in my bank account so I can pay me rent and a few bills, thank God! No word, of course, from the LoC and I don't expect any soon. I also believe that, beginning today, I am going to walk without the support of a crutch and see how that goes.
As for the schedule today, until I head down to DR FJL's around 7 pm, I've got Brent Barrett's work and I may make a trip to the NYPL today. I need to order some music paper as well and I'm hoping that handyman George puts in an appearance. I'm starting to get antsy about the piles of books everywhere.
First trip to NYC was Christmas week, 1966, the first thought of escaping Ohio, and I was accompanied by my brother Tom AKA Macbeth and his best freind Chuck, who disliked his stepfather so much that he literally lived at our home and my parents regarded him as another son. We went by train, which was something I vowed in Jan 1967 to never repeat. My memories of the trip are the three of us seeing MAN OF LA MANCHA with original cast, still at the ANTA Theatre in Washington Square before it moved uptown, HELLO DOLLY! with Ginger Rogers (Mary Martin had been better but the staging and design were absolutely brilliant as ever), City Ballet's NUTCRACKER, and living at Sam Goody's, King Karol, and Drama Book Shop. I returned with many wonderful things I could never purchase in Middletown or Oxford, Ohio, shops. I was dying to see CABARET, which had recently opened, but it was impossible to get near. Still, after a week in Manhattan, I thought, I could live here one day.