October 29, 2023

Downtown adventure last night. Stopped at Sovereign Remedies for a drink, met Taylor and Melissa from North Georgia, here celebrating their 10th anniversary. He works IT for the Arch Diocese of Atlanta, and said if he hadn’t gone into IT, he would have been an English professor. The first poem that ever struck him was “the one about the cold figs,” which we figured out was Williams’ plums in the refrigerator. Turns out I’m 16 years older than Taylor’s father. On then to NCS, where I saw A Case for the Existence of God. Expectably well acted and flawlessly produced, and likeable until the very last scene, which is one of the most offensive acts of pandering ever seen on stage. Tragedy turned into TV sit-come in a gratuitous last stroke, which some producer must have insisted Mr Hunter tack on. Even the actors looked embarrassed. In any case, Ben and Angela was better in script and in production at every point. Why should not old men be mad? Stopped at the hotel for a drink on the trek back to my car, where an extraordinarily beautiful couple from Charleston watched the World Series on TV. Moon in glory over little Asheville. 

Reserved a room for a November vacation at the beach. 

W sits near the back in church with a beatific look on his face. Does he want to return to choir after being cast out? Is he simply worshiping as he might without comment from me? A complicated personality, a serpent and a dove at once.