George thinks he's dying - Judy and Bert aren't so sure. I do love our set.
After all this angst about Li'l Adolph's ridiculous July 4 celebrations for his inhumane cronies, this bit of humanity made my day:https://pawsplanet.me/scared-shelter-puppy-hugs-her-best-friend-before-they-were-put-down/?utm_source=CFL2&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=CFL2&fbclid=IwAR05Op7_vsSzPF2Qc3RSu-vy3nkF_lW94td7ZZRFGXwZqTBjTjxpqqHfOwo
Quote from: ChasSmith on July 04, 2019, 07:43:09 AMQuote from: elmore3003 on July 04, 2019, 06:43:47 AMBest July 4: 1997, Logan, UTI was there as orchestrator/editor for Jo Loesser to help the Utah Festival Opera with their production of Greenwillow. My memory is that we had the sitzprobe on July 3. The afternoon of the fourth was a huge picnic for the company at the home of the Festival's founder and star. The food was fantastic, I liked hanging out with the musicians, and it was an interesting day, since everyone who was anyone in the Mormon echelon and political scene was there as well. I'm sure many of them were supporters of the festival. It was also the end of two weeks in Logan putting a new version of Greenwillow together.That night there was a concert/fireworks display, and I went with some of my housemates and my festival "host." Each person in the company had a host, a local volunteer, to drive them around and be helpful as possible. My host was an older widow named Lee, and she was fantastic: kind, patient, a lot of fun to hang out with. She drove the seventy or so miles to the Salt Lake City airport to pick me up and take me back to Logan on both trips. The next day, July 5, Lee drove me back to Salt Lake City. Three days later, Jo Loesser called and told me she needed me in Logan, and I flew back. Lee met me at the airport, and I stayed another two weeks. It wasn't only a wonderful Fourth, but it was a wonderful month.Wow. Great story! It almost made me wish I was there!My thoughts exactly.
Quote from: elmore3003 on July 04, 2019, 06:43:47 AMBest July 4: 1997, Logan, UTI was there as orchestrator/editor for Jo Loesser to help the Utah Festival Opera with their production of Greenwillow. My memory is that we had the sitzprobe on July 3. The afternoon of the fourth was a huge picnic for the company at the home of the Festival's founder and star. The food was fantastic, I liked hanging out with the musicians, and it was an interesting day, since everyone who was anyone in the Mormon echelon and political scene was there as well. I'm sure many of them were supporters of the festival. It was also the end of two weeks in Logan putting a new version of Greenwillow together.That night there was a concert/fireworks display, and I went with some of my housemates and my festival "host." Each person in the company had a host, a local volunteer, to drive them around and be helpful as possible. My host was an older widow named Lee, and she was fantastic: kind, patient, a lot of fun to hang out with. She drove the seventy or so miles to the Salt Lake City airport to pick me up and take me back to Logan on both trips. The next day, July 5, Lee drove me back to Salt Lake City. Three days later, Jo Loesser called and told me she needed me in Logan, and I flew back. Lee met me at the airport, and I stayed another two weeks. It wasn't only a wonderful Fourth, but it was a wonderful month.Wow. Great story! It almost made me wish I was there!
Best July 4: 1997, Logan, UTI was there as orchestrator/editor for Jo Loesser to help the Utah Festival Opera with their production of Greenwillow. My memory is that we had the sitzprobe on July 3. The afternoon of the fourth was a huge picnic for the company at the home of the Festival's founder and star. The food was fantastic, I liked hanging out with the musicians, and it was an interesting day, since everyone who was anyone in the Mormon echelon and political scene was there as well. I'm sure many of them were supporters of the festival. It was also the end of two weeks in Logan putting a new version of Greenwillow together.That night there was a concert/fireworks display, and I went with some of my housemates and my festival "host." Each person in the company had a host, a local volunteer, to drive them around and be helpful as possible. My host was an older widow named Lee, and she was fantastic: kind, patient, a lot of fun to hang out with. She drove the seventy or so miles to the Salt Lake City airport to pick me up and take me back to Logan on both trips. The next day, July 5, Lee drove me back to Salt Lake City. Three days later, Jo Loesser called and told me she needed me in Logan, and I flew back. Lee met me at the airport, and I stayed another two weeks. It wasn't only a wonderful Fourth, but it was a wonderful month.
10:36 - we just had us an earthquake - normally the past few are not even worth mentioning. This one lasted about thirty seconds and was a little scary as it could have gone many different ways. Thankfully, the house swayed quite a bit and but nothing fell or even came close. But usually they're done in a few seconds - this one just swayed and swayed.
Starting to watch a documentary called If You're Not in the Obit, Eat Breakfast: After 90, People Don't Retired, They Inspire. The title is long-winded, to be sure, but it features Carl Reiner, Tony Bennett, Mel Brooks, Normal Lear, Kirk Douglas, Dick Van Dyke and Betty White.
Well, I see I wasn't the only one to feel the earthquake. I had just gone into the bathroom to take a shower when the swaying started. No damage here, but it made me dizzy! I've been through plenty of quakes, but that has never happened before. I have a wonderful nausea remedy, so I took that and rested a bit just in case. (Aftershocks are common.) And I'm fine now.
Mad Magazine to Effectively Shutter After 67 Years
One year, when I lived here in LA, a friend wanted me to go to a fireworks show out in the desert. My friend had a friend who made his own fireworks and he was putting on the show. I said no, and wouldn't go. My friend went and I later learned that there had been an accident and his friend lost a finger. I was very glad I hadn't gone.
Since around six o’clock, the explosions have been non-stop.
Poor Nicky is hiding under the bed.
But I thought tonight’s Show was a dud. I usually watch it twice, but I am skipping the second time tonight.
Yeah, we rocked and rolled a bit here but it was nothing like the sylmar and northridge quakes. the northridge quake scared me more than anything in my life. I was in the back of the house and when I came to the front I had to climb over a mountain of books that fell out of my floor to ceiling bookcase.
I got to meet one of her daughters, who is very pregnant.
Grampy Tom! Or should that be Grumpy Tom?
Is anyone but me still hearing firework booms?
