Agreed. I thought Trump was MAGA's Trotsky back in 2020 (except for the not being Jewish part and the not having any intellectual weight at all). I may have been off by 3 or 4 years, but I still think it.

First date with my now wife of 47 years was Happy End at Yale Rep. Had never heard of Meryl Streep until that afternoon. What a great, weird, wonderful show.

I never realized until reading Ethel's obit today that "push them all into the pool" was not something Sondheim made up!

I heard my late mother's voice say the same thing and was about to post something similar until I saw yours. BTW, we are apparently dinosaurs. Seems no one cares. Back when I used to play Anthony Newley's "Who Can I Turn To" my mom would yell "WHOM!" from the other room. The Greatest Generation.

Well until you posted that it was nobody's business but the Turks'. But now, well, thanks for the earworm.

In a similar vein: I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow uh-up. Not me! Not I. Not me. So there! Not just a fun grammar thing, but also demonstrates Peter's point.

Worst pies in Springfield, starring Charlie Kirk understudied by Elon Musk as the unseen Mrs. Mooney to Lansbury's Mrs. Lovett?

Today's Sentinal is apparently a newspaper. Today's NYTImes is apparently a racing form.

Lucky to have seen him as Jack Johnson. Will never forget how he brought the house down with Sackler's line about the pink shirt. The theater shook repeatedly that afternoon. Decades later I had my own, fun Ed Sherin story which I'll share one day, but today it's all James Earl Jones. Irreplaceable.

Bajour tkts were my parents' birthday gift when I turned 11. Another special memory. Dussault, of course, but Bernardi and Edeman mugging at each other. Also Chita. And the voice of Olive Oyl and Betty Boop finally had a human face. Theaters were sacerd places in a really fun way.