Last night we went to the theater for the second time since pandemic easing – Stages, in Kirkwood – to see Jersey Boys. We have season tickets with Jane, and we three have really missed live theater. This was a terrific show, and we were lucky to meet Tom Sakiyama, a representative of Stages, who made us welcome, connected through Harry’s pal and actor, Steve Isom. Harry and Steve were fellow cast members in Night Of The Iguana, and have stayed friends. It was good to see Steve on stage.
It was also good that the protocols for these performances, which are indoors with closely seated crowds, have been tightened so that a photo ID and proof of vaccination are required at the door (and masks must still be worn)! I thanked them for their efforts to keep everyone safe. I think they get a lot of annoyed people at check in, a pretty thankless job. Ironically, one of the real Jersey Boys, the lead character, Tommy DeVito, died in September of last year from Covid.
Anyway, my point is that we were out too late for a blog post. Not much news, anyway, except that Harlan was off sick, so Dustin filled in for him to empty the dumpster. He did a great job, too.
Tom Morris was in fine form yesterday, waiting for me to escort him to the barn. The shed cats were very hungry, as usual.
Tom Morris by the kitchen door 
Marmalade and Licorice
The horses are happy with the cooler weather, and it gives us great joy to see them in the pasture.
This morning, we had some electrical chores tended to by Tim and Sam. Our friend and electrician, Tracy, has just been too busy, so we had to look elsewhere. They did a great job, although I could hardly stand to watch them climb the high ladder in the studio.
Tim and Sam
Along the stream, the drift roses are still beautiful. I should never have mentioned that the stream was well and truly fixed, though, because this afternoon, something went wrong, and we are once again awaiting a visit from Connie.
Drift roses 
Concrete frog, before the stream stopped 
Another concrete frog view 
A REAL frog, at Jane’s house 
A black capped chickadee on the back porch
Jane has had a new deck installed, made of composite, so no more rotting and warping wood. It is beautiful.
Marianne was here today with her ever-present smile and her equally consistent work ethic.
And finally, Harry was telling Tim a story about a baseball player, Clint Courtney, and I had my camera in hand. Apparently, Clint Courtney played for The Browns in the 1950s. He was not a very nice guy. Little Harry waited outside the ball park in hopes of getting an autograph, because he was a fan of “Scrap Iron”, as the feisty Courtney was known. When he walked out, little Harry held up paper and pen, and Clint Courtney pushed him aside with a rough “Beat it, kid!”. Harry can laugh about it now, and there is no statue of Clint Courtney.
Harry laughs at the memory
Stay safe, stay well. Be nice. Peace.
Loved Jersey Boys. When Kip and I were watching the movie, Kip was surprised when I suddenly burst into tears when they sang « Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You. » That was the song that popped into my head at Tripler Hospital when I was FINALLY allowed to hold her (Kip was in Vietnam when I gave birth to her, and they wouldn’t let me hold her until I peed, which took several days – it was an agonizing delay). So I sat there on the edge of the bed, singing that song to her. Along with many other songs. But that was the first one. Things were so much better once they let me have her.
Thanks for the blog. Keep them coming. They’re heaven.
Kip says he used to have a Clint Courney baseball card… before his mother threw outvall his baseball cards.