Last night another passel of friends turned out - I'm continually amazed and impressed at the support my friends have shown. Must have been about 17 people opening night - including


Coming home last night, I realized for...oh, about the zillionth time how beautiful is the place where I live. I could hear the crash of the surf, and smell the saltwater. The sky was clear and the moon nearly full; chuckling over Venice in bemused complacency. How lucky can one man be?
Quite, it turns out.