HALLOWEEN '08

I'm late in posting these, esp since Miss Lisa got us started in on thanksgiving.  I'll squeeze them in quick.  This year's theme 

was Tabloids and apparently I'm not satisfied with my own condemnation to Hell, I've decided to drag Stuart along with me!

That's me as a statue of the Virgin Mary crying tears of blood and Stuart as Jesus on a piece of Toast.  

Now when we asked Vera what she and her friend Shana wanted to be for Halloween, Vera said "dead Shana and dead Vera."  It was a very proud moment for me.

Waxing Nostalgic Before Thanksgiving

I am thankful that I no longer think this is an appropriate outfit to go partying in on a Friday night--or any other. I am also thankful for all of you that stumbled up or down the Goat Path with me, before there were steps.  (Yes, it is a nightgown--and 1985, so that makes it OK.)

I am thankful that I was doing lights on 'You Know I Can't Hear You When the Water is Running' and avoided the bad wigs that Denise & Chris were subjected to, and hope that Denise is thankful that she got to connect Eric's dots.

I am thankful that I got to learn Greek from some real fraternity boys.

I am thankful that we got to work with the professional dance troupe, Dance Teller for Amadeus.

I am thankful that Scott is part of my life.
I am thankful that on a warm summer day, I got to see the Monkees perform in New Jersey with a bunch of people who really appreciated the genius behind the music.

I am thankful that I do not remember throwing up in Scott's van Vera, on the way back from my first trip to the wall.
I am thankful that I got to spend so much time in this rundown, nearly rat infested office that I and the lot of you called home.  I am also thankful for Constance for sending the photo to me.
I am so thankful for the magical night Chris & I stole trays from the Kriner Diner to sled on.  I remember night and new snow.  Snowball fights with everyone and stumbling to Doug & Rabbits for hot cocoa.  

I am thankful that Chris gave me a stack of photos to post, so I can feel a part of those trips that I missed.

Winter, What Winter?

Today I raked 8,467,684 million (approximately) leaves, stepped in 8 piles of dog poop, changed 4 towels under a leaky valve behind the toilet, played Finding Nemo with Maizie & a pile of plastic fish, made soup for dinner and still had time for the internet.  Why all this bustle?  No sunny afternoon to swing in the swings or  paddle in the pool.

Let's not think of the dropping temperatures.

Here are a few pictures from the Old Songs Festival in June that we went to with Chris, Jeff, and my sister.  At least, I think there were adults there, most of my pictures are of the baby.  It took some searching to discover that she wasn't the only one there.

Happy Day

Finds from the archives

A card I saved from the summer of '88 with a HAND WRITTEN note from John says:
Brian,
I loved reading the card that you returned concerning theater at Shippensburg. I'm currently Historian for the Masquers/Music Theater organization and have been a member for 3 years. Your experience and attitude about theater seem to fit in with those of an educational theater atmosphere. You checked several areas of interest including onstage and backstage areas. Anyone truly involved with theater knows there is a lot of effort on and off stage. Since you also checked that you are definitely interested in our production of "Oliver," I look forward to seeing you soon at Memorial Auditorium or at the Activity Fair. We will have a booth set up for the fair, so please stop by and meet some of the people you will be working with.
John Scott
Hell, who wouldn't be impressed by that? There were tragic-comedy masks on the cover of the card in a pen and ink sketch by Douglas Robinson, printed up as cards in John's hometown of Waynesboro by J&M Printing.
Coming soon ... the programs from the two days of the Stage Directing class scenes final exams from December '88 (unless someone's a real party pooper and beats me to posting it first).

HALLOWEEN PARTY!

HALLOWEEN PARTY IN PITTSBURGH!

C'mon, what else do have to do?  Get that costume together and drive on out to Pittsburgh!  

All Masquer's are invited!!  

Plenty of room to stay!!!

Always a fun time!!!!

Hope to see you here!!!!!

(if you come, I'll promise to stop using exclamation points!)

Gull at the Doorstep

We had a visitor for about six hours drinking out of our squirrel waterbowl. Gull. Big Gull. Don't know why he chose our stoop.