Good morning, al! I had a long dream, perhaps it was two, that had me either working my old job at the Miami University Library or Barnes & Noble - it's hard to tell now - but it had to do with the three Rodgers & Hart muscals for Helen Ford, "Dearest Enemy," "Peggy Ann," and "Chee-Chee," and collecting research for a restoration. My friend Bruce Pomahac was in the dream as well, and suddenly I was in a structure like the London subway with one of my actresses from community theatre days, Snooky Barton, who was dressed in this outrageous South American costume, then I was in an auditorium, working on "Jacques Brel Is Alive and Well and Living In Paris," and the band kept misbehaving, and the director - who may have been one of my college directors but I'm not sure now - kept telling me to get the band under control. After the performance, he and I were talking about how well the production went and his comment was something like, it's good the band sounded great because they behaved horribly. I'm sure I knew everyone in the band but I work up and I've now forgotten.
Today, MOST HAPPY FELLA; I need to finish up this show and nake some oney: health insurance is due and next month, estimated taxes. And Christmas, too. Oy!
