The other thing attached to my Morris/Bolcom program is a pink feather from Joan's boa. To minimize our time away from our newborn, Richard and I arrived at the very last minute before the performance began. The ushers tried to direct us up a steep and narrow stairway to the balcony, but Richard explained that I'd just had a baby, so they sent us to the front row of the orchestra. When Joan made a flourish with her boa, the feathers flew and I caught one!