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Flashback: Places, please!

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1992.

A year out of college and barely a year married, I decided to dive back into the theater world while my husband holed himself up to study a year of Greek through a 6 week course affectionately known as “Suicide Greek” by all the Seminarians who had gone before him.

“Hello Dolly” was my escape from the boring evenings at home sitting alone while George was locked in his closet of an office.

Fast forward to 2011.

How interesting is it that one of the characters in Dolly was looking for a “life outside of Yonkers?” For here I am 19 years later about to get “Lost in Yonkers”.

Last night, George and I entered a room full of strangers.

Thankfully, I quickly found the owner’s of my joint, and then the artistic director of the Bobcat Players. I was then reintroduced to the woman who read the mother (and was cast in the role) to my Bella during my “Lost in Yonkers” audition back in January. We sat getting to know each other for the majority the evening as I stole glances at others around the room who very well could have been the same folks from my Highland Park Theater days.

The gathering had a familiar feel not unlike the ones we enjoyed so many years earlier when we’d land at Bennigans after my rehearsals every Thursday evening. Even George would take a break from crackin’ the books to join me and the cast for some after-rehearsal dining. Simply put, those evenings were just downright fun – a ton of laughing – with incredibly wonderful people. I will ALWAYS carry a fondness about those days.

Last evening, in the course of 2 hours, George must have commented at least three times how this Happy Hour felt like those “old days” and how much he was enjoying watching me rediscover this enormous part of myself that had been purposely placed on a shelf for a number of years. Purposely placed. Not begrudgingly placed. There’s a difference.

When one moves, special items are carefully packed away. While in the process of unpacking, it is not uncommon to leave several boxes untouched. For months. Upon reopening them, the special item takes on an entirely new quality – the rediscovery of that dear object serves to increase it’s beauty.

At times, the course of one’s life makes it’s necessary to pack up something precious and set it aside. Not in the “giveaway” or “trash” pile. But rather, the “later” pile.

I unpacked my acting bug last night.

And the second perk of the evening?

Meeting a woman who had moved to Beaver from CHICAGO only 6 months ago. Through her struggle to adapt to this new environment, she discovered a few articles I’d written in The Bridge under the title “New Girl in Town”.

“Thanks for writing those. They really helped. I figured if you could get used to being here, I could, also. I found them comforting.”

Stories drive relationships, don’t they?

Stories on stage.

Stories off stage.

Life is one big story and you’re cast in it.

Places!

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2 responses »

  1. So, so true! Well said.

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  2. Somtimes a passion left lovingly in the dark ferments into a more flavorful and thoughtful taste. you'll do well in Yonkers.'

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