Good morning, all! I think I slept well. I did have one peculiar dream but it's far too vague now to recall anything about it. I hate these periods of time change. It takes me forever to adjust, so at the moment to -my body clock - 6:30 is really 5:30, a time my body does not want to force itself out of bed, and gwtting used to this new time wll take m several weeks. I hate it.
Today, more Encores! Joshie told me to arrive around 11 today, after he and Rob Berman formalize the exit music and bows, which we will assemble today, so I have some Victor Herbert work to begin here.
My hometown newspaper was always a rag, only in the past thirty years it's lost any semblance of a newspaper and become a slave to its advertisers. When I was a child, I loved running through the paper looking at the photos, checking out the movies playing in the three theatres in my hometown, reading the comics I cared for and wondering why the ones I didn't had an audience and why,and scanning the want ads for pets, pianos, whatever caught my fancy.
The newspaper I loved was the morning Cincinnati Enquirer, because so much more happened in Cincinnati than in Middletown, OH, and Cincinnati had theatres with live actors and touring Broadway shows, not the piddly tours today, but huge national companies stopping in Cincinnati as one of their first touring stops. I loved the ads and the publicity, and if Middletown had three movie theatres, it seemed that Cincinnati had 300! So much for the good old days.
