This cowboy carboard reminds me of today:
We went to the local Seniors’ Center today to see their
acting class people put on 5 one act plays.
Which reminds me of one time one time about 1964 in the
Naval Squadron in the barracks I was
grumbling about wasting money on non-tangible things. One you spend it is gone.
My friend Sam Kasuske in the next cubical overheard my
preaching and came in and told me to get dress to go out, he wanted to go to
New York City.
New York is about 60 miles from our base.
On the way there he lectured me about making sure you see
some memorable things that you would
never forget. He reminded me of the time
we went to Atlantic City during the Democratic Convention and Lyndon and Lady
Bird Johnson came out on the balcony and waved at us in a cheering crowd.
He had me there.
We parked in Greenwich Village and walked in the rain to a
church. We, with other people went to
the basement. In a big room in the
basement I saw for the first time musical live play of THE FANTASTICKS!
Sam has seen it many times.
I fell in love with that play and still find myself silently
humming the songs.
Thanks Sam, if you are still among the living.
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