RIP==>LOYAL MYRA OLIVE HASS, age 95, who passed away on Sunday at The Rohr Home in Bartow, FL.
Myra was a life-long resident of Bartow and a close friend to me and Ginger Flowers of Atlanta, Ga. Myra was the owner and operator of The Studio, an art and frame store that served the art community from 1968 until 1997. Most of my art works currently on display in PHC at 420 W. 42nd Street were framed by Myra.
Goodbye Myra - you will be missed. Love, Bill and Ginger.
It is hard to transition to something like entertainment ... but ... I have to ... so ...
Billi Pod’s report card on last night’s CALL ME WALDO, about what happens when an ordinary electrician begins channeling the spirit of Ralph Waldo Emerson==>B.
The funny story line begins to drag a bit by the end of the 95 minute show. Brian Dykstra’s character’s name is: Gus Sakellariadis - I dare you to try to pronounce it ... go ahead, give it a try ... see ... that is what I meant ...
Gus uses the f-word every third word, regardless of who he is talking to and this gets a bit old, too. Despite these quibbles, the show is worth seeing.
Today is yet another doubleheader ...
2:30==>LUNCH AT THE PICCADILLY -“A new musical about changing the world one rocking chair at a time. It follows the rowdy residents of the Rosehaven Convalescence Center as they fight to keep their home in the face of a corporate takeover.” (Off Broadway - free ticket).
This is part of the York Theatre’s Developmental Reading Series. These shows are usually well performed, for a reading.
Billi Pod is seeing this show as a part of Dian Crystal’s posse. Unfortunately he will be unable to join the posse for what he anticipates will be another eggplant pizza frenzy because he has something else planned for the evening ... which is ...
8:00==>meet up with John Scott Reed aka Fabson at his new pad in The East Village.
As you loyal and faithful readers will recall, about a month ago Fabson finally owned-up to his earlier poor decision-making and left the wilderness known as Brooklyn to return to where he belongs ... The Isle of Manhattan.
The Bloomberg mandated quarantine period is now over so it is safe for me to finally have some face-time with him.
His new residence is on 10th Street between 1st and 2nd Avenues in a very “happening” area of The East Village. After he gives me a tour of his new pad we will catch a bite somewhere in his new ‘hood. Nice!!
GO YANKEES AND GO GATORS!!
“Don’t pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight, he’ll just kill you.”