Good morning, all!
DR Mark, welcome! I hope you'll hang around, which several of our posters refuse to do.
I too love Ms Alet Taylor and Mr Patrick Cassidy. Good folk, both of 'em!
Today, the dress rehearsal of SHOW BOAT at Carnegie Hall, 1 pm. I am really looking forward to this.
This morning, work on "The Brain" band parts and Kip Wilborn's charts. I'll leave here around 11:30 for Carnegie Hall; the ticket's general admission and I suspect the place will be packed.
TOD
My mother was dragging me to movies at the old Paramount Theatre from the time I was four or so; I remember a 1950 or so release of Disney's SNOW WHITE, the original releases of CINDERELLA and ALICE IN WONDERLAND. Sometime in there as well, maybe a bit later, I remember PINOCCHIO, but CINDERELLA was the biggie: I was reading by the age of four, and I had a "Little Big Book" of CINDERELLA with pictures on one side and text on the other that I carried with me constantly. By the age of six, I was a sworn motion picture fan. Going to the Paramount meant something fascinating to watch, the odor of salty popcorn, and best of all, a walk with my mother down Main Street into "town," visiting my Aunt Dorothy behind the notions counter at Kresge's department store, perhaps a stop at Grant's dept. store where my mother would stop to say hello to former co-workers and her boss, and if it was close to lunch time, a little nosh at Gallagher's drug store and soda fountain.
