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Refrigerator Door

The new magnets are from Jeri's refrigerator. Jeri's fridge has some unusual stuff attached to it.

I'm not sure what Buddha is doing on Jeri's fridge...she says the magnet is her roommate's.



* NEW *

Someone suggested I add a discussion board, so I have.

If you have anything to discuss, go to this link. Feel free to start a new discussion on anything.



WHAT I'M READING...

I'm a Stranger Here Myself

by
Bill Bryson

I enjoyed his Australia book so much, I decided to try the one about this country.


WHAT I'M WATCHING...

Tales of the City



That's it for today!

LíCHAIM

2 June 2001

I almost attended a memorial service for Bob Cello today. Bob was the former Chairman of the UC Davis School of Veterinary Medicine. He was also founder of the Davis Comic Opera Company.

The memorial service was held in the campus faculty club and I arrived there 15 minutes early, only to discover that the parking lot was already overflowing and there were cars driving around everywhere looking for space. People were pouring in from all streets, parking lots, and pathways around the University. I finally gave up and instead went to the computer store to pick up my repaired computer. I figured that I hadnít known Bob, really, and I was sure that in that huge crowd, my absence would not have been noted. Also, Walt was riding over on his bike from work and could represent the family.

Iím sure I would have learned a lot about Bob by listening to a series of reminiscences about him. But I have my own memories.

My path crossed Bobís twice. Shortly after we moved to Davis, the Davis Comic Opera Company (DCOC) was about to put on its second production. I hoped to get involved with the fledgling company, thinking how much fun it would be to get in on the ground floor and help the company grow.

My idea had been to help with publicity. That has always been my strong point and I felt I could make a contribution.

I called and spoke with Bobís wife, who told me to come to auditions and speak to Bob there.

Well.....I showed up at auditions and joined a room full of people. I was given a form to fill out and told to sit down. As the time passed, I began to get the feeling that in order to belong to this group, I was going to have to get up and SING. Iíd never sung solo in public before and I was terrified, but I didnít know how to get out of it. I ended up singing what was probably the absolute worst rendition of "Iím Called Little Buttercup" ever performed anywhere. I could see people cringing all over the place.

When auditions ended, Bob left the room and I never got the chance to explain that really I was only there to help with publicity and had no intention of being on stage, then or ever.

A couple of weeks later, a sad-sounding Bob called to inform me that I just hadnít made the cut (no kidding!) and he couldnít use me in the show. I told him that I really only wanted to do publicity.

In truth, I canít remember if I ended up working on that show or not. Walt and I have both been involved with DCOC throughout its 30 year history, but whether my participation started then or not, I donít know. But I still cringe when I think of my actually getting up and singing--with no music or anything--in front of a room full of semi-professional performers. What chutzpah! (I still canít quite believe that I did it.)

But the strongest memory I have of Bob is as a performer. A few years after the audition fiasco, the Davis Art Center put on a production of Fiddler on the Roof. Bob was the director and he also played the role of Tevye.

There was Gielgudís Hamlet, and there was Celloís Tevye.

Iíve seen a lot of Tevyes in my life. I saw Zero Mostel, who created the role. And I saw the most abominable Tevye ever. Iíve seen several Tevyes in other productions, both professional and community theatre. But never have I seen a Tevye to equal Bob Celloís.

Itís difficult to know what set it apart from all the rest. But when he wheeled his cart out onto the stage and stopped to lift his eyes to the flies and talked to God...you expected God to answer.

Bob didnít play Tevye. He was Tevye.

I will be reviewing a production of Fiddler onthe Roof this summer for Sacramentoís summer musical theatre series. Iím sure there will be a very competent man playing the role of Tevye. But I wonít be able to give him the highest marks for his performance, no matter how good he is. There can be no comparison.

Good bye, Bob. You were the best. LíChaim!


One Year Ago:
Decisiohns, Decisions, Decisions


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