Shakespeare…De-Classified
Why We Aren’t Cancelling This One
I’m about to share about something rare, personal, unusual, hopeful and presently at risk of fading into “the stuff that dreams are made on.”
Well…not if I can help it.
If you are not in a theatre company, this is just a story. If you are or have been in a theatre company, you know literally and figuratively…it’s Life. and like Life, “The Show Must Go On.” And if All the World’s a Stage we citizens of earth have just lived through a tragedy…God knows, we need the arts to give us hope, relief, inspiration and courage to march into a Brave New World. But first…let’s go back a few years. To a happier time.
Here’s how the Country’s Youngest Shakespeare troupe began…
Or how it began before it began. The seed.
See, my young brain couldn’t figure out human nature, let alone my own nature! At age 10, I couldn’t understand why people fight each other. It seemed like everyone stepped on each other’s toes. At best, it was a struggle to “get along.” I would try to make sense of the evening news — I’d ask Mom why is everyone exploding or angry or killing each other on the evening…
