Even in summer (the real secret of Seattle weather is that there is NEVER a month without rain. Sometimes there isn't WEEK without rain.)Yesterday I went to Volunteer Park, to catch my son's latest appearance (as Chief Weasel) in a theater-in-the-park adaptation of Kenneth Grahame's "The Wind in the Willows." After some preliminary sprinkles to which no one paid any attention, the skies opened up. Hardened rain-shruggers all, the audience pulled on plastic ponchos, opened umbrellas or dived under blankets - but finally the rain was too much for everyone, and the cast bade us a reluctant good-bye.
"Come back tomorrow!"
Of course. I have to find out how Ratty and Mole saved Toad from himself. This time I'll take a folding chair, to get off the wet ground!
The WWSRC (Wicked West Side Reunion Committee) met yesterday morning to swap stories and make notes on what we learned about putting on a 50th reunion. This could become a habit, as the stories (both old and new) get better with each gathering (even over a 9 a.m. breakfast at Denny's!)
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