Wednesday, June 26, 2013


The bright lights and big city of Broadway are as vivid and distant a dream to me as Oz.   It's never really occurred to me that I might go there to see that, to be surrounded by the perfection of practice and talent and polish, enveloped in the glory of the music, the roar of the greasepaint, the smell of the crowd.

I'm just doodling out some words right now, to lead into a moment---a moment past my imagining, a moment uncapturable by even the most Modern Major General of the ages.

I've just been coming back here to click on it again, all day as I do my little chores, and it's impressed ME, let me tell you.   It boggles and amazes.

I posted this piece a week ago, but when I tried the link, it was no longer available.   It's now online again, and I hope you'll click and enjoy.
Little Doogie's all grown up and WOW !

1 comment:

Kim S. said...

Thanks so much for posting that. I'd heard about it, but couldn't find it online! Incredible.