The Longbow Papers

Sylvia, Mom, me and Prince at Beach House late 50's

...ain't what it used to be, or was it ever even that?

At last we are back in Beijing; nightmares private and public, to be spoken of later, delayed our return from New Orleans for some two dreadfully uncertain days. We could not imagine such a happenstance, of course. That is until attempting to check in at the Continental Airlines counter at New Orleans International Airport for the first leg of the trip home to China before dawn Friday, the 5th; and then scooting back (barely) into our now sold-out hotel with the city filling up with football fans. We finally arrived at Beiwai early Monday evening, the 8th.

Very tired, with the jet-lag dues still twanging, I have returned to work. Tonight we finished auditions for BFSU's entry into the 4th Chinese Universities Shakespeare Festival, and will begin rehearsals for "The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra" and/or "Measure for Measure" this weekend.

Yes, I have not made up my horribly distracted mind (maybe we'll do both?)--but my heart's starting to make noises at the head about it's another season and another show, and the only thing professionally I'd rather do than direct is write and I don't have to quit one for the other. So, goddamn, let's buckle up and go back to play (work for some, but I'm not one of them; although I am paid for it, albeit quite modestly).

More later, when Bosco family demons old and new stop clawing, ripping, tearing, and there is some modicum of objectivity within grasp. Maybe.

Too much, too many moments of all colors to remember at this moment.

 

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