You know: in a foolish, undiscriminating way, I've been happy these last few months. I don't know why. I just am. I love my friends; I love my pupils; I love what I read; I -- dammit -- love my thoughts. I love the taste of oranges.
Thornton Wilder in a letter to Gertrude Stein, Aug 14, 1936

Monday, June 7, 2010


Because this Monday morning's song -- make that production number -- is in cinemascope, I have published it as a link rather than cut it half on the blog. Sorry for the inconvenience, but it is well worth it.

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