We've been in a recession for a year, according to the Official Doomsayer Bureau down there in Washington.
I have a hard time getting personally worked up at the news, it's the old Dylan line from Like a Rolling Stone:
"When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose."
What I keep thinking about are all those empty and shuttered big box stores around the city and how we get theater companies in there.
In hard times, people cut back the money they give to the arts, but in the theater we usually take that money and use it to rent space to rehearse and perform.
So, cut out the middle step and just give us the space.
Easy like pie.
Ann guesses correctly, keeping the streak alive. It's the St. Cleve Chronicle that heralds the work of "Little Milton", the ostensible writer of Thick as a Brick. Rose also wins for bravely revealing her love of the Shropshire Strumpet.
All day in the theater again today, technical rehearsals for The Truth About Santa. Coming together nicely.
Cold, sunny day in Rat City. Good day to sit all day in a dark room shouting at musical elves.