Hey, Truman! I'm back from the swamps of southern Maryland. Managed to stage "The Magic Flute" outdoors despite bugs, thunderstorms, heat, humidity, absent choristers, foghorn Sarastros, way too many fast food meals, feeble orchestra, unpainted sets, chaotic organization and tacky props. Never was I so glad to be back in New York!
Looks like you had a great time with Paul in P-Town! I'll take
one several o' them margaritas now, please!
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