Clue!

Yes, it's a play based on a movie based on a board game we played as kids. No, it's not Shakespeare or Sondheim or even Sorkin, but what it is, is fast paced and funny. 

The play takes place in 1954 in DC, at the height of the McCarthy hearings. 6 people have been invited to party at the Boddy mansion, and they all show up solo. Yeah, put the brain in hold here and just enjoy.

We have Colonel Mustard, a dimwit. We have Mrs. White, a black widow with a history of dead husbands. We have Mrs. Peacock, wife of a Senator and prude. We have Mr. Green, a bureaucrat and gasp, a homosexual. We have Professor Plum, an arrogant ass. We have Miss Scarlet, a sharp-tongued escort. 

The "party" is run by a butler named Wadsworth who has all them there for a reason. Blackmail! All 6 characters have secrets, though Miss Scarlet loudly announces she did everything she's accused of and is incapable of being blackmailed. Bodies begin dropping. 6 in all. Whodunit?

The play is only 90 minutes long. It ends abruptly and I'm not sure anybody expected it because it was barely started, or so it seemed. The sets are amazing and change effortlessly whether it be the study or the lounge or the lobby or the kitchen. 

The cast. Damn, there's not a weak character up there. They are in a constant frenzy, and all deliver lines with perfect timing. Jeff Skowron as Wadsworth runs the show, he's the QB. And he is wonderful with numerous accents and snark. John Tracy Egan plays the kind of dimwitted Col. Mustard. His off the cuff lines sort of relating to what was just said is both weird and hilarious. Tari Kelly as the devious Mrs. White, who may or may not have killed her numerous husbands. Joanna Glushak as Mrs. Peacock, the wife of a Senator and prudish hypocrite. Jonathan Spivey as Professor Plum, the condescending professor of psychiatry. Christina Anthony as Miss Scarlet, the fast-talking madam. Elizabeth Yancey as Yvette, the sexy maid. Mariah Burks as The Cook, the cook. Then we have Alex Syiek and Teddy Trice playing various roles as need be.

But John Shartzer as Mr. Green, the secret gay guy shines. This guy can do physical humor as well as I've seen on stage. He falls, he limbos, he is like a Jim Carrey with a rubber body. He is amazing not to mention that he has perfect timing in his pratfalls. He got applause from the audience a lot.

This play is for anyone who needs a break from life. Its humor is dry AND crazy. It's both physical AND mental. It's clever AND stupid. The cast makes all this happen. It helps to know things about the board game, the movie AND what life was like in 1954 during the Red Scare. That knowledge just makes it funnier.

I put this play in the Expected Nothing And Got A Lot Category. I laughed a lot. It was fun.

January 6th!!

 4 years ago, I sat there working remotely, feeling good about the fact the worst POTUS of all time was on his way out, and then it happened. Trump gave a speech whining like the lil bitch he is about stolen elections and how HE was upset and for the crowd to go up to the Capitol to "fight like hell or you won't have a country left" and the gullible trash went up to the Capitol and began to beat Capitol police, break windows, invade the Congressional offices, invade the Senate chamber led by a nut in a horned hat and face paint, walk around sing songy looking for Nancy Pelosi, looking for Mike Pence to hang him from the pop up gallows assembled outside, take dumps in wastebaskets, smear their feces all over the walls, steal computers and podiums, ya know, touristy things. Trump had told them he'd go up there with them, then ran back to the White House to watch what he started joyfully. Typical Trump, all alligator mouth and hummingbird ass.

The day was despicable. Eventually, after Republican politicians like Josh Hawley (Pussy-Mo) and Ted Cruz (Scumbag-Tx) gave speeches about the "stolen" election, the election was certified, despite 177 Republican traitors in the House objecting to the process that had worked for 250 years because their cult leader demanded they do. Now I understand that many, maybe most, of those people were being blackmailed, lacked the courage to stand up to a bully, or just plain were frightened of the death threats and cult members being violent towards them or their families. Trumps a mob boss, we all know that, and his minions are barbarians that wouldn't think twice about killing Trumps enemies if he ordered them to, but that day, with the cop beating and the metaphor of beating people with flag poles, it was a fucking disgrace. Yet here we are. 

Americans have horrid memories; they are so easily manipulated by lies and bullshit pressed forward by news channels that paid damn near a billion dollars to a company for lying. Some Americans are so goddamned stupid they actually reboot their minds to factory set and believe that none of this happened. It really is amazing.

So, 4 years later, after this riot played out on television for all to see, a plurality of Americans voted for the scumbag because egg prices were too high, because they've been told the economy was awful, because they couldn't stomach a black woman in the Oval Office, because they are brainwashed baboons. Trump got 47% in 2020, and to just get 2 more percent from Latino men, black men and white women wasn't all that difficult. It happened. 

And to that I say fuck Trump AND anybody who voted for him. 

Jimmy Carter!

He was always the cool President. Before Clinton, before Obama there was a President with a sense of pop culture. Jimmy Carter was the man. If he wasn't hanging out with Willie Nelson or Gregg Allman or Cher, he was listening to Whipping Post and digging every second.

Jimmy Carter died at age 100 on Sunday. His goofy grandson's prediction of he was in his last days was always going to come true, but Carter hung on after Rosalynn's death to vote for Kamala Harris and when she lost, he did what many of us want to do, move to another dimension. 

Jimmy Carter was the guy who allowed us to move on from the beginning of the lawless Republican strategy of committing crimes and then daring anyone to do anything about it. And of course, nobody ever does because I guess inside most of Americans is that love of gangsters (as long as they are white of course). Carter peacefully took control after Nixon's puppet, the unelected Gerry Ford lost in 1976. Carter then faced some of the worst 4 years in history. Economic collapse, gas shortages, Iranian Revolution, hostages, shitty American cars, inflation due to gas prices, and a general downturn in American optimism as the rest of the world caught up to us thanks to the Republican conspiracy with big business to sabotage the nation. Yet, Carter took it and wouldn't lie to us that shit was real and it wasn't gonna be easy to climb out of the quicksand. America doesn't wanna see a challenge. We want everything to be easy, leaving no after effects, and we want politicians to lie. We are big babies and need Daddy to make us feel good. Thus, Ronald Reagan. The beginning of the end.

Look back in the Carter years, I wasn't really onboard. I didn't vote for Carter in the 1976 or 1980 primary, I didn't even vote for him in the 1980 general election (John Anderson anyone?). Thats because I was still a young and stupid idealist who cut off anybody who strayed from my positions even slightly. Ya know, much like today's "progressives" who immediately throw tantrums when any Democrat shows the tiniest acknowledgement that some of their shit is crazy. That was me in 1980. I was wrong then and they are wrong now.

Let's forget that Carter was sabotaged by treason committed by the Reagan team. Keep the hostages thru the election and we'll sell ya weapons thru the back door. It worked. 

Jimmy Carter left office in 1981 peacefully and with grace while he knew that America had elected an amiable dunce who just made shit up to make you feel better.

Jimmy then moved into a life of giving. Still shunned by his own party, he didn't care. He needed to help the unfortunate by building houses, fighting for clean water, monitoring bullshit elections overseas, and speaking out here, if need be, 

Was he America's best President? No. Was he the worst? Hell no. Was he the best human being to be President? Goddamn right he was. The man was a saint among men. Period.

As we come up to inauguration of a crooked felonious rapist on Jan 20th, rest assured that the flags will be half-staff not only for James Earl Carter, but for the death of America. Carter would have it no other way.

Rest in Peace or Power or whatever, Jimmy. We didn't deserve ye.

Peter Pan !

 When you think of the Broadway musical Peter Pan you think of petite women like Mary Martin, Sandy Duncan and Cathy Rigby playing the lead character but this touring non equity version features an actual 17-year-old teenaged boy, Nolan Almeida. And he brings it.

This version of the children's story about a boy who never grows up is updated to include social media, cell phones and beats. This version of the J M Barrie kids' tale also has eliminated the obvious anti-Indian garbage that was in the original (Ugg a wug wigwam?). The updated play doesn't lose anything at all.

The story begins in the nursery of a 21st century home with Michael, John and Wendy. After Mom says she noticed a boy outside the window with a strange light, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell enter the room with glitter and flair. The three kids are enthralled with the boy and his fairy and decide they want to go to Neverland where nobody ever grows old. Peter Pan and the Lost Boys welcome the kids and make Wendy their "mother" since they all have none. 

But Neverland is not all that fun because the Lost Boys have enemies, Tiger Lily and her tribe and the villainous Captain Hook and his band of pirates. Hook hates Peter Pan as he blames him for the loss of his hand to a crocodile. Tiger Lily fights to keep her part of the island but eventually joins forces to battle the pirates which results in the great song Forever Friends that closes act 1.

Act 2 is not long at all. Theres some sword fights and some walking the plank and eventually Hook is defeated and eaten by the croc. Thats about it folks.

The special effects are pretty good. When the kids are flying it looks real as they fly thru the clouds (even though the wires are easily seen). The stage scenery is pretty standard. Theres some good songs, some songs that didn't hit with me and a story far more fit for children than adults. 

Now the actors. The aforementioned Nolan Almeida is a Peter Pan that will go on as long as he wants and has a great singing voice. Hawka Kamara as Wendy is obviously a grown woman but really is the stabilizing force onstage. She gets the best lines and jokes. Bailey Frankenberg as Tiger Lily is a small package with a large voice. There was no doubt in my mind she was the best singer onstage. Cody Garcia plays both the father and Captain Hook. His Hook has a strange Scottish accent, but he is also obviously the most seasoned actor up there. His Hook is a hoot. Kurt Perry as Smee, Capt. Hooks flamboyant first mate is quite funny. Another big guy actor with a lot of moves and a delightful delivery of his lines.

I have no problem with the talent onstage. The story is really not meant for 60 something people. Sure, you can put the brain on hold and have fun, but there are so many kids up there I often flashed back to my days as a stage dad for my son's high school plays. Max's Mom called it "annoying" but to be fair, she wasn't feeling well. I wasn't feeling well either, but it did not annoy me. It just didn't interest me. Sorry.

The place was packed. Far more adults than kids. The applause was tepid most of the play. It made me think there were other adults there not into it.

If you have little ones this would be a good introduction to musical theater. It's not overly long, and the kids will like the energy. At times it made me wish I had that energy still.

Happy Thanksgiving!

 Have a great day everyone.

Things I'm thankful for. Family. Friends. Children's innocence. Kindness. Being compassionate. Putting oneself in other's shoes before spouting off. 

Also

Anthony Fauci, Joe Biden, The Beatles, Miles Davis, Motown, Italian food, 65 mpg, theater, movies, television, music, John Fetterman, Bernie, Hillary, Kamala, Taylor Swift, the blue dot, Bluesky, The Temptations, The Stones, Metallica, Martin Scorsese, Billionaires who give their money away, kind drivers who let you in, and especially dogs. 

California Day 3 Hey Is That Iggy Pop?

 A driving tour of the rest of LA with Max's Brother in control. Breakfast at Nick's (I think it's in Chinatown) which was a meal that RFK Jr would definitely not like (Or considering what he actually eats that's a good thing), 

The driving tour of Laurel Canyon and the Sunset Strip, featuring the Comedy Store, The Whisky a Go Go (big Doors fane here) and the Troubadour where a quick glimpse of a man outside made me think it was Iggy Pop but turned out to look more like Gary Busey. Bill M
aher and Woody Harrelson's weed store, the gate that the Manson Family entered to butcher Sharon Tate and Tail O The Pup.

To show how kind California is on a corner in Hollywood or West Hollywood or who knows is a small vehicle that offers free STD testing. 

Negative of course.

The Getty Museum on the hill is free (but it does cost to park). The museum is a wonder of art and sculptures. You could spend hours there if you were an art afficianado. I am just a peasant when it comes to art so the Monets and the Van Gogh thrilled me and the rest was just yeah cool. Again the view from the Getty is phenomenal. The horrid traffic at 4 pm, the ocean, all the cities is all there. Now thats art to me. Spectacular views.

Finally, the Santa Monica Pier. Yeah a tourist trap but worth a visit once in your lifetime. Tourists, kids, teens and one guy in a MAGA hat. It was all fantastic to see the tide come in and to us flatlander Midwesterners whose greatest water view is whatever manmade lake you're at. It's always been a dream of mine to drive Route 66 from Chicago to the end, which is Santa Monica. Thus, I've seen the beginning at the Chicago Art Museum and the end at the Pier. All I need now is the middle.

In conclusion, Waymo. Waymo is the name of a driverless taxi that wanders around the ritzy parts of LA. Now you may have seen this thing when Aunt Chippy rode in one much to her chagrin. But to see it at first appalled me but by the next day it intrigued me. We didn't get one but next time a definite yes.

The trip was over. Lots accomplished. Thanks to Max's bro for the guided tours. It was so nice to ignore the upcoming transition to fascism.

Side notes

Some dude on the plane from Denver to LA fell asleep on my shoulder for two freaking hours. When I gently woke him up, he freaked out. 

Gas in LA is $4.50-$5 a gallon. At one place it was $7.70 and there were actually people gassing up there. Must be trendy.

I still have no idea the difference between Metro and Metro Link even though it was explained to me a thousand times. All I remember is one was $4 and the other was $20. One reminds me of the subway or the L in Chicago. The other one looks like Amtrak. Maybe next time.

Much like New York, Los Angeles features all kinds of people, all kind of languages and a diversity that didn't make me want America to be "great" again. Unlike some people, differences make me happy to be alive. 

Nebraska football is dead. THAT will never be great again. I am now convinced. Nobody can save the program. But it's just football. Right? We can't have nuthin in Nebraska. Just uptight assholes running the place under the no fun EVER mentality of dumbasses we keep electing because of the R next to their name.

California Day Two Another One Score Loss!

 Day two involved the Nebraska-USC game at the historic LA Coliseum. Taking a subway/train from Little Tokyo to the USC campus was fast and easy. Train sticked full of Husker fans wearing cornheads and chanting Go Big Red much to the dismay of a poor woman just trying to get to work. 

The Coliseum is over 100 years old and the things that have been held there is amazing, The Olympics, USC glory days, Dodger baseball, national championship games. The game itself was just barely watchable. Two 5-5 teams battling it out to see who wanted to lose more, Go Big Red, cuz nobody wants to lose more than us. 

15000 Husker fans made a lot of noise. And 50000 USC fans gave it right back. Seated in the end zone under the massive scoreboard and where the game itself looked like a bunch of ants running around and the scoreboards at the other end were too tiny for old guys to read. Hey, the band, the horse, the Trojan (I guess the used condom we found in the fountain meant Go Trojans) and the lighting of the flame at the beginning of the fourth quarter. It was all worth the trip. Yeah, the Huskers lost but whatever, we are used to it. Hey, Husker fan in your 50's, no need to dress up in a full uniform, including shoulder pads and a helmet. You look ridiculous.

Back on the train to Litte Tokyo and a walking trip around at night was very interesting, lots of restaurants, lots of pop-up shops including a store completely geared to Godzilla fans which of course Max had to visit. This is truly a diverse town, and I love it.

Back home after a side trip to The Stockroom (google it). Verrryyy interesting indeed.