Written a year ago... This post is a tribute to Edward Albee, in the wake of his death, and to Ron Perrier, who was my Professor of Theatre at University of Wisconsin at River Falls, in 1974. The two converge in my life. The course I studied with Ron, was related to the American Theatre. [...]
Reading can bring back memories, help to understand oneself with respect to the past, the present, and even give direction in life. It can stimulate the imagination and desire to create outside of a story, and make one's own stories. "The Song of the Lark" strikes many such chords for me. Through Cather's quiet introspective [...]
Jeffrey Jones offered these very touching words upon the death of my mom. She was an art teacher at New Richmond High School. Her popularity among students, even those who never had her as a teacher, gained her the name Mart, for Ma' Art. After my graduation, Mart came up to me and said she [...]
When my son was a little boy, I thought I had to teach him how to fish, because every boy needs to know this. I knew nothing about the sport, but I went out anyway, and bought fishing equipment for our next big camping trip. Upon arrival, at dusk, in Maine somewhere, out to the [...]
Thoughts on an article from the St. Paul Pioneer Press, Sunday, August 17, 2014 IGHGrampa writes about 'struggling to understand issues of Life (and Death)'. He reflects upon the suicide of Robin Williams, saying he had everything a person could possibly want, so how could he possibly want to take his life? Perhaps he has [...]
Mr. Poniewozik hits it on the nose in this article for Times Entertainment. Romney may try to ax Public Television, but Big Bird will reign forever.
The recent discosure of Fareed Zakaria's plagiarizing makes me think of something which happened a long while back. When I was a freshman in college I had to write a paper for a 'Theatre History' class. When Professor Ron Perrier returned it to me, I was shocked and distraught to find I got a big [...]