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A memory hole...
Apr. 24th, 2017 01:44 pmA few strata of paper down from yesterday's discovery of my thoughts on what I wish I’d done differently as a father, I found a program for a holiday program at my high school, dated Saturday, December 14, 1968, announcing the presentation, by the school's drama and music departments, of a mediaeval morality–nativity play titled Eager Heart.
The great mystery to me is that I am identified as having played the "first king" in the play, yet I have not the slightest memory of participating in the event. Zip. Zilch. Nada.
Some of the other names on the program brought back memories, though, of other mayhem wrought by us "Jesters" (as our little group of high-school thespians was called), most of which I missed out on, but that's another story.
Cheers...
The great mystery to me is that I am identified as having played the "first king" in the play, yet I have not the slightest memory of participating in the event. Zip. Zilch. Nada.
Some of the other names on the program brought back memories, though, of other mayhem wrought by us "Jesters" (as our little group of high-school thespians was called), most of which I missed out on, but that's another story.
Cheers...
