Just back from playing the Schwartz Center for the Arts in Dover, DE. I don't want to forget any of it. I did "Love Arm'd, Aphra Behn & Her Pen". First time back after a hiatus. The space is a restored old vaudeville house, breathtaking and beautiful. Consumes sound. Had to make sure I got all my final consonants in there. Before one starts a show in a place like that one thinks about the ghosts of the folks who went before. Such a place is an honor to appear in. The seats, the balconies, the hugeness of the house. Had a great lighting designer and sound man for the show. Professionals. Leafy gobos! Loved those. When I was in prison, I was really in prison. I struggled physically with my feet and did not want to pound them into the floor which was cement. But when you're in the midst of the thing you must accept your body for what it is and what it will do at the time and keep moving on with the show. There was much to learn in this place. My hosts were kind and generous. I've been there three times now! But I want to describe the feeling of it. I never know how many more of these performances I will have. I still love to perform the show. After all this time, the language just doesn't give out on me. I don't get bored with it. And I never quite know what will happen next on stage. And it has to stay that way. Once I know, I'll be done. I will write more as time permits.