Last night, my ankle had an out-of-body experience.
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It's a crying shame Shakespeare didn't write a character who had an almost broken, badly sprained ankle. He didn't, did he? I mean, I'm only peripherally familiar with the hunchback of Richard III. (I think it's the III, it's Richard plus some number, that much I know). I still have two more gruelling performances of this play left and last night I...well...I may have compromised my 1000% commitment to my role in this production: I now possess a badly sprained ankle. That's never happened to me before, in my entire acting career. Truth be told, and gladly, I used to have really good balance and coordination....
One Shel of a good time.
Diary Day - Friday, October 17, 2008: (so good, I told it twice)
I'd never been to Rolling Fork before. Wasn't sure one could visit a place that was, for all intents and purposes, bent on projecting an image of being in constant motion. At least to those who aren't from the area.
But, tonight I found myself squarely in the heart of this almost-ghost of a town...the birthplace of Muddy...
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