It was a good run.
And the cast really didn’t want to break up. The closing night par-tay went on to all hours. As did I. And I paid for it dearly when I had to arise after about four hours sleep to drive to the Poughkeepsie area where I was substitute pianist for a church service.
From there, however, I was able to take the most beautiful country roads back to our playhouse for strike. I changed clothes, all the cast showed up, and we had another fine time getting our sh stuff out of there. My car is still packed to the gills with two keyboards and associated equipment. Tomorrow I clean the Music Room and set everything back up.