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#TBT: Hydra

Memories from the island of Hydra off the coast of Peloponnesus, Greece, in September 2015.


Sunday morning bells:


Fan boy

I must admit to a fan-boy moment on Thursday.

Here’s the set-up: I was at the table in the audition room, thirty minutes prior to auditions starting at the International Thespian Festival in Lincoln.  This 60-something man asked me what the wi-fi code was.  He looked vaguely familiar.

My boss, Peter, turned around a minute later and said “You know who that is, don’t you?”

Turns out he was Robert Westenberg, Tony Award-nominated actor who originated the role of Cinderella’s Prince and the Wolf in Sondheim’s Into the Woods, and the role of Dr. Craven in The Secret Garden.

See, these are two of my down albums for a desert island.  I grew up as a musical theatre artist listening to this guy’s voice.

And there he was all day, sitting 15 feet away from me in the audition room.

He is now professor of theatre at Missouri State University, where he directs the musical theatre program.

I finally spoke to him in the afternoon.  He’s a sweet and kind man.

And I’m still fan-boying a bit.



Tangier round two: the saga

Updating from my post on Sunday afternoon! . . .

Now Monday at 10 a.m. body time, or 4.10 p.m. in London.

The Boeing 787 Dreamliner is a lovely jet!  And American Airlines really took care of us in spite of the weather problems in the eastern USA.

Look at this ground agent’s face, in Saint Louis. She was not happy about how slowly the luggage was being loaded!

We arrived in London on time this morning.  Knowing that our luggage would not make the 7 p.m. flight yesterday, we checked with AA customer service to learn that our luggage was on the later flight, and would arrive around 11 a.m. in London.  The friendly agent gave us instructions on what to do next about the luggage, and then Kevin and I were off on Heathrow Express to Paddington Station, where we had eggs Benedict at a pub in the station.

Then we walked to the Hammersmith and City Line and went by Tube to King’s Cross, then headed south on the Northern Line to London Bridge station.  We wandered around Borough Market for a while; Kevin found some spicy chicken to eat.

I had an old £10 bill, and needed to change it at a bank, so that was next.  (The new bills are plastic!)

I bought some Caerphilly cheese to bring home too!

Reversing our trek, we headed back to Heathrow and went through elaborate security checks to gather our luggage, only to find that it had been transferred after all to Royal Air Maroc for our flights today.

On the Heathrow Express.

Now, at 4.20 p.m., we are in the lounge in the quiet and the air conditioning, with hot food.  Our flight to Casablanca leaves in two hours.  I’m hopeful we make the final flight tonight from Casablanca to Tangier!


A hero

Scott Simon shared this opinion piece on Saturday morning.

I was still abed, and found myself with tears on my cheeks as Simon finished his commentary.

Click the link, and then hit the ‘listen’ button to hear Simon tell the story.