The way you write about theater and life and memories is just captivating. Little serious you in a blue blazer, the Charlie Brown production, your proximity to incredible legendary actors and seeing them live on stage… It makes me want to go back in time and be your friend then, but also, more realistically, see more theater now. Loved reading this on a cold rainy Sunday morning.
Andrew, a wonderful tribute to the magic of theater. Don't know when the bug bit me, but reading plays made me want to bring them to life -- on the stage. First play I directed (in 1990) was "Dangerous Corner" by J.B. Priestley. But in 2003 I directed it again, because I wanted to "get it right" (and that time I possibly did). The play I haven't directed that I'd most like to is "Time and the Conways," but it would need a more professional cast and crew than I can summon.
As for the "Charlie Brown" musical ... Peanuts is timeless. Still reading the books of collected strips. Still marveling at them. And still remembering that kid in fifth grade (fourth grade for him) who taught me that Charles Schulz's nickname was "Sparky."
The way you write about theater and life and memories is just captivating. Little serious you in a blue blazer, the Charlie Brown production, your proximity to incredible legendary actors and seeing them live on stage… It makes me want to go back in time and be your friend then, but also, more realistically, see more theater now. Loved reading this on a cold rainy Sunday morning.
Andrew, a wonderful tribute to the magic of theater. Don't know when the bug bit me, but reading plays made me want to bring them to life -- on the stage. First play I directed (in 1990) was "Dangerous Corner" by J.B. Priestley. But in 2003 I directed it again, because I wanted to "get it right" (and that time I possibly did). The play I haven't directed that I'd most like to is "Time and the Conways," but it would need a more professional cast and crew than I can summon.
As for the "Charlie Brown" musical ... Peanuts is timeless. Still reading the books of collected strips. Still marveling at them. And still remembering that kid in fifth grade (fourth grade for him) who taught me that Charles Schulz's nickname was "Sparky."