When I least expect it a guy or gal comes in for an audition and without warning brings with them a slice of life I wasn’t at all planning on. Sure I conduct my auditions on schedule; the show must go on and all that sort of thing applies, but somewhere along the way a…
“Who cares? What difference does it make? What are you worried about?” 1937, upstate New York, summertime; endless performances by an ensemble of players; there for the money; there for a chance; there in order to survive the enduring heat, and best of all to feed an inner drive to be discovered by a “somebody”…
My high school teammate George (Sparky) Anderson; in memoriam. From: Harvey Kalmenson, November 3, 2010 My high school shortstop is illGet well, get up it’s time for us to playI wish I had the power to heal himAnd the others I’ve lost along the wayI see him there with me, just yesterdayOn this field at…