Why Mrs. V. Is Not Really Worried...
...about the Left in Minnesota.
Saturday morning, Memorial Day weekend. DIH and daughter head to the Farmer's Market near the Guthrie Theater, in downtown Minneapolis.
Usual stuff. Organic cheeses, handicrafts, a jug band or two. Low-key fun.
A trio of young adults wearing Guthrie Theater tee shirts work the crowd. They are promo-ing the production of "1776" coming up this summer. Friendly, charming, they're giving the kids frisbees and tattoos.
While Sophia is explaining that 1776 was the year the Declaration of Independence was signed and her buddy Seven is getting a "1776" tattoo plastered on his wrist, a serious-looking young blonde woman clad in natural fibers approaches.
She lifts her chin at the play's American-flaggged logo. "Why are you promoting this?" she asks.
"It's our next production," the young thespians respond with pride. "It's a wonderful show. About the founding of America."
"And whose perspective is it from?" she asks calmly.
Young thespians are perplexed. "Perspective? uh- gosh, I'm not sure who wrote the book---"
"So you don't know if this book written [hushed awful tone here] from the government's perspective?"
"It's a musical," young man repeats. "It's a great show."
Serious blonde nods seriously. "I-- see." She saunters off, hands thoughtfully shoved in natural fiber pockets.
Yep. Reflecting on the state of American musical theater can really ruin your day. But DIH will buy tickets next week anyway.
Saturday morning, Memorial Day weekend. DIH and daughter head to the Farmer's Market near the Guthrie Theater, in downtown Minneapolis.
Usual stuff. Organic cheeses, handicrafts, a jug band or two. Low-key fun.
A trio of young adults wearing Guthrie Theater tee shirts work the crowd. They are promo-ing the production of "1776" coming up this summer. Friendly, charming, they're giving the kids frisbees and tattoos.
While Sophia is explaining that 1776 was the year the Declaration of Independence was signed and her buddy Seven is getting a "1776" tattoo plastered on his wrist, a serious-looking young blonde woman clad in natural fibers approaches.
She lifts her chin at the play's American-flaggged logo. "Why are you promoting this?" she asks.
"It's our next production," the young thespians respond with pride. "It's a wonderful show. About the founding of America."
"And whose perspective is it from?" she asks calmly.
Young thespians are perplexed. "Perspective? uh- gosh, I'm not sure who wrote the book---"
"So you don't know if this book written [hushed awful tone here] from the government's perspective?"
"It's a musical," young man repeats. "It's a great show."
Serious blonde nods seriously. "I-- see." She saunters off, hands thoughtfully shoved in natural fiber pockets.
Yep. Reflecting on the state of American musical theater can really ruin your day. But DIH will buy tickets next week anyway.
*blink* I thought that it was supposed to be red-neck countryfied yokels like me that worry about "da gubberment"?
ReplyDeleteI am going to our nation's capital next month and I WON'T be wearing any natural fibers or carrying any placards...well, I might wear cotton...but it will NOT be organic.
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