Zack and Pam are gone. It was so much fun having them here. I’m letting the sun go down on me as I pack and playing songs that make me sad. Like”When The Night Comes” by Joe Cocker. I remember lying under a blanket senior year and floating away into a sea of self-pity on this music.
To think that he was taken for
A wise man in the Civil War,
A stalwart servant of the King -
Does that all count for anything
Now his brain has all gone poof -
It’s just Tartuffe, Tartuffe, Tartuffe.
My OSF housing is done with Tartuffe being open, but I have two more weeks here before I make my way to SF, and then north. Boy, it’d be cool if I could come back and see how Tony, etc. have grown into it later on in the run… Seattle, help me out here.
