GHOSTS

As the days get closer and closer to Saturday's reading of A SONG OF THE PROFANE, I'm once again feeling the tug of ghosts on my shirt tails. It's a tug not so strong to indicate they want me to pull back, but just enough to let me know they are with me in this endeavor. I find an odd comfort in that.

And speaking of GHOSTS, the Ibsen play that is such a wonderful study of solitude and the needing to either escape or be resolute in where you are (in my opinion), I recommend that you rent / check out from your local library the mid-1980s television production starring Judi Dench, Natasha Richardson and Kenneth Brannagh. A very moving, and often times terrifying portrayal of Ibsen's world.

As for my ghosts, perhaps they will be able to rest soon. I've walked with them for 12 years now, so it may turn out to be a bittersweet departure. I wish them nothing but the best.

On a slightly soggy, slightly snowy (I saw a few flakes earlier) Monday afternoon -

BOO!