I remember mama

I still remember the very first play I saw that made me go “wow. Theatre is awesome.” I was in 6th grade in California and they trucked us off to the high school to watch a snippet from their production of “The Lord of the Rings” and they had a bright white cargo net as a web and did the whole scene in the cave and we watched as the net was hauled up with Frodo as it’s captive.
I thought that was damn cool.
Then we moved to Kansas and in the 8th grade. I went to go see our High Schools rendition of “Brigadoon.”
“She’s a witch.”
“Yeah we have those too back in Kansas. We just pronounce it differently.”
I ended up going all 3 nights.
Once I made it to High School, I remember the first production I witnessed. “Ten Little Indians”
I remember Paul Crandon losing the gun under the table and wilting for a second trying to find it.
I have yet to see a woman choked and strangled for as long.
I seem to also remember Paul had a little too much merlot one night and skipped ½ play as well.
I believe there was an after-party at Matt Orsman’s house as well that I was invited to.
I thought wow!
The theater has people who are REALLY rather odd!!
Hey! I’m rather odd too!

Never made it to the stage, though.
In my own defense, I never had the real desire to be on the stage.

My claim to fame was building sets and such
I was significant in creating the set for “The diary of Anne Frank.”
I created one whole section by the stairs by myself, just to get everything done.

I remember “marrying” My friend Ducky and this guy Derrick in the wardrobe room once in my junior/senior year. Then telling them I was truly an ordained minister thanks to a correspondence course I took.
“The holy church of reverent light and love” I think the name was.
I remember in my senior year making out with Mary in the rafters above the auditorium. (sometimes having a photographic memory DOES have it benefits.)

Sorry. Saw some old pics from High School and all this stuff came bubbling up to the surface.