Good morning, all! The laundry is in the washers and I'm wanting to go back to bed. I've got a bit of work on Messrs Victor Herbert and Jerome Kern this morning. At 3 pm, I 'm meeting Bruce Pomahac to see EARNEST IN LOVE at the Irish Rep, so my first priority is to wrap his Christmas gift.
I really enjoyed the food at Vice Versa; my friend Doug had lamb, I have no memory what his partner Tom had, and I had the cod. It was quite tasty and the company was excellent; Doug was a freshman in the theatre dept when I was a first year grad student, and we did not get along until a summer theatre production of ARSENIC AND OLD LADY, in which he played Jonathan. In June 1973, he called me from the Jacob's Pillow Dance Festival where he was running the concession stand to see if I wanted a summer job; the box office manager had proven incompetent and had screwed up tickets for the season. Doug had been alternating between box office and concessions and the young lady hired to help the box office manager was now managing the whole shebang and she needed help ASAP. The call was on Thursday and I had to be there by noon, Saturday. So on Friday morning I drove from Cincinnati to the Berkshires and arrived at Jacob's Pillow, outside Lee, MA, at 11:45 am. It was one of the best summers of my life.
Shellfish? Steamed clams or mussels, clam chowder, Manhattan or New England, oysters fried or stewed, shrimp and prawn in anything Italian or Chinese.
