For One Brief Shining Moment . .

It was after a performance of West Side Story at the San Jose Civic Light Opera, in the fall of 1967.  The cast wanted to go to a park.  It was the middle of the night . . perhaps, midnight or 1 AM.  Usually, I had to go to work at 4 AM delivering bundles of the San Francisco Chronicle to news stands and liquor stores, so I rarely went out.   But, for some reason I went.

 

We did all the song and dance numbers from the show in the park, tripped over sprinkler heads, sang out of key  . . . it was crazy, and really fun.  I loved the show and the cast.  It was a culmination of years of acting, dancing, singing and, of course, dreaming; well, perhaps, delusions of grandeur   😊  .

 

It was one of the few times that I had ever taken the time to stop and enjoy the moment . . and, as life would have it, the theatrical opportunity never presented itself again.   It was to be the last large theatrical production that I was to be in . . . . but, it was sure fun!