And now comes a report that a van has mounted a sidewalk on London Bridge, mowing down pedestrians. And stabbings in Borough Market, the famed market and nightlife area built amongst the footings of the bridge.
I just walked this area with Robin last summer, going twice to Borough Market, which felt like one of the safest places in the world with the panoply of people. Food. Drink. The pot pourri world of London, all in one place.
And I continue to ask the question posed by Scriv’ner John in the Kansas City Star years ago:
On judgment day will zealots see Scaffolds waiting patiently?
God bless London.
And damn these zealots.
Friday, June 2.
A day in the life. Three different hats, each of them delightful and satisfying.
Morning. Final audition day at Webster University. Meet and greet ten students who wish admission to the Department of Music’s various majors. Hear auditions, and meet with various faculty.
Afternoon. At home for 3.5 hours of voice lessons, and some real success in making modifications in tonal quality and breath management. I love teaching voice, and am delighted for the six new private-studio students who started lessons recently.
Evening. At New Line Theatre. Opening night of The Sweet Smell of Success. Black clothing but warm hearts as I lead the ensemble in this witty, wicked show.