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“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.”
- William Shakespeare

Community theater production seems to really have taken off here in central Kentucky. Washington County’s theater group is now joined by live theater in all of the surrounding counties, as well.

A lot has changed concerning grade school since I last darkened those doors.  

Take class field trips for instance. We never had them. Young students now are always going somewhere with a pack of parents in tow to watch over them.  

Normally, my wife does this for our family, but one time, she had a previous engagement that prevented her from going on a pre-school class field trip. She didn’t feel comfortable without a responsible adult from our family participating. She couldn’t find a responsible adult, so I was drafted.

My wife occasionally bursts into song when it’s just the two of us at home.

“You have a really good voice,” I compliment her. “You should be singing in the choir.”

She disagrees: “My voice isn’t that good. Remember, I didn’t even make the varsity choir in high school.”

I think she’s improved.

I heard her again the other day.  She had the pitch and the tune down pat, but something was just not right.

I called it my African tree, although it had reached maturity long before I took possession of the property on which it stood. “Look at it,” I said to my wife as we sat on our back patio. “It’s out of Africa and out of place and so alone. It looks like one of those trees I knew from my summer in Rhodesia (Zimbabwe), Africa when I was a kid.”