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Invitation & Back Fix Tuesday, May. 12, 2009 - 1:43 a.m. Monday's snailmail brought a surprise. I received an invitation from Mrs. Schipper, my very first music teacher at middle school. She's retiring. I had tracked her down about two years ago and asked if that was really her and was delighted when it was. I've known her since I was eleven, and I would have to say of all the teachers I would encounter in seventh grade, my having been a full year younger than my peers, Mrs Schipper was probably the one whose coursework was the most helpful in bringing me out of my shell. I was cast as Marian The Librarian in the 7th and 8th grade Choir/Theatre Arts Workshop production called "They're Finally Here", which features scenes from five musicals: The Music Man, My Fair Lady, South Pacific, Paint Your Wagon, and Hello Dolly. The boy who was cast as Harold Hill was the same one I'd had a crush on throughout the year. Lots of us went into the production as children, but when it was over, more than a few of us had grown up in a myriad of ways. I've got some pictures of my eleven-turning-twelve self around here somewhere, in costume. If I can track them down, I'll bring them with me to the celebration. Hell to the YES, I'm going to be there. I wouldn't miss this for money. --- John took Monday off to get his back fixed. Last week in the rain, he had slipped on some stairs. Not a big stumble bum ass over teakettle thing, but *just* enough to screw things up in a way that got progressively worse as the week went on. Yuck. But he's better now. --- Nothing else to report, at least not yet. But there will be. Take care, and have a good Tuesday. ---
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