Barney

There comes a time in rehearsal where nothing is working. What was funny is not, and what was moving is putrid, stale and fake. Usually the third or forth week.

There comes a time during a renovation where the toil overtakes the vision. A time when the pleasures of the perceived finished product is overwhelmed by the endless line of tasks and the smells and the dust. This is that time. And so I have been silent.

Today my wife and I attended the memorial service of Barnard Hughes
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It was an extremely moving tribute attended by powerhouses of Broadway, young and old. I took away many things, but one that applies most strongly to the situation I find myself in with the apartment, and to myself in general. Find the joy. No matter what difficulties life throws at you, find the joy.

Here are a few recent pictures. A photo album will follow soon. I will awake tomorrow, embrace the tasks left me, and conjure the spirit of one of the greatest stage actors of our time by finding the joy.