June 22, 2019

Father died eleven years ago today. Same date as Judy Garland, it turns out, inconsequentially.

Maybe a mistake to go to the theater last night. The crowd was small, not resistant but not very enthusiastic. One cannot blame them. After the electricity of opening week, the energy had not quite returned to the stage. Plus, I couldn’t find the venue for the cast party, drove around in the pitch dark for a while and came home. The one thing I had done right was to make sure there was gin.