Next weekend my eldest son is in Eastern University’s production of Waiting for Godot. He’s playing the “Boy.”
If you are in the area, stop by for existentialist theater at its most absurd.
Now that is cool. I wish I were there. My oldest just started at Emory where 200 of his classmates have the swine flu. He’s joined the school newspaper, taken up sailing, joined soccer clug, hangs mostly with Jewish kids (his roommate is Jerusalem-born), and, I hope, is also studying now and then.
Wow! How old is your son?
Excellent play — it’s in the running for best ever along with The Crucible. A good opportunity to give some perspective to Qohelet.
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