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Here's me, circa 1972, about to burst into my one-line duet with my pal Shawna in the Windward Theater Guild's summer production of The Pirates of Penzance.
This was on Oahu--it's important, in this instance, to picture Gilbert and Sullivan in Hawaii. For one thing, it explains the tan. I'm the serious one in the blue gingham.
How pitiful his tale, how rare his beauty. That was my bit--part of the recitative and song that begins when the bevy of General Stanley's Daughters is about to take off their shoes and stockings and go paddling, and Frederic bursts out of the shrubbery crying, "Stop, ladies, Pray!" and the female chorus, hopping one-footedly with socks in hands, sing-gasps, "A man!"
Shawna was a much better actor (and a much bigger ham) than I was, but I could hit the high notes better than she could.
She still sends me birthday cards every year. The photo just came my way via my oldest friend in England. I'm not sure how he wound up with it. The world has gotten very small.
This was on Oahu--it's important, in this instance, to picture Gilbert and Sullivan in Hawaii. For one thing, it explains the tan. I'm the serious one in the blue gingham.
How pitiful his tale, how rare his beauty. That was my bit--part of the recitative and song that begins when the bevy of General Stanley's Daughters is about to take off their shoes and stockings and go paddling, and Frederic bursts out of the shrubbery crying, "Stop, ladies, Pray!" and the female chorus, hopping one-footedly with socks in hands, sing-gasps, "A man!"
Shawna was a much better actor (and a much bigger ham) than I was, but I could hit the high notes better than she could.
She still sends me birthday cards every year. The photo just came my way via my oldest friend in England. I'm not sure how he wound up with it. The world has gotten very small.
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