Sunday, October 2, 2016

October 1, 2016

Cool autumn morning before a day of harsh singing– that is to say, singing in mammoth numbers for the bishop’s installation, bellowing in the bright cold opening for Asheville Pride. We’ll know how it went when it is over.
Driving home from the theater the other night I found myself taking one route rather than the other because the Woodfin police are worse than the Asheville police, and more to be avoided at night on a deserted street. That’s sad.

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