Just as 2014 was coming to a close, NH’s theatre family lost a dear friend named Kevin Riley. He was a friend of mine too. Not a close one, but a guy I was glad to know. I never heard him speak an unkind word about anyone — and in the ego-driven world of theatre, that’s rare.
How’s this for a new year’s resolution?: “I absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any foreign prince, potentate, state, or sovereignty, of whom or which I have heretofore been a subject or citizen.”
We’re all entitled to one addiction, assuming it’s legal and not terribly self-destructive.
Just about every year we are picked as one of the stingiest states in the union.
Some months I have to admit that what I call work is what many would love to do on their vacations.
I suppose most people have a story about something that happened at the fair. Usually it has to do with the consequences of eating too much fried dough and then riding something called “The Scrambler.”
My best friend during my formative years was steve bullock, who was first and foremost an artist (and still is). His father owned a scrapyard, basically a big pile of junk that he bought and sold. That field of rusting…
I once wrote a story for infinite energy magazine (a technical journal for cold fusion, believe it or not) about how cool it would be if we had free energy: Cities in space, desalinated ocean water making the deserts bloom,…
Anyone who has watched puppies tussle on the lawn or kids building a fort out of couch cushions has witnessed one function of fun.
Plato’s utopia was ruled by philosopher kings. We could do worse. In fact, with the current state of politics, it might behoove us to require a philosophy degree for anyone seeking high office.
