--- Douglasmahard@AOL.COM wrote: > Here is how my day started: > Stage tuning at a local high school. Stage door is > unlocked for me by band > director but doesn't give me any lights. It's dark! > I think I remember > where the switches are and make my way over to that > area. I start groping > around on the wall for the light switch and hit the > curtain switch instead. > Lots of noise with large things falling over and > glass breaking as the > curtain drags across a stage set. > > The front of the stage set didn't survive. Two > large walls fell over, one > hitting a sofa and buckling, the other draping > itself over a table with a > flower vase and type writer on it. Two panels > popped out of this one. > Flower vase in lots-o-pieces. CA glue could put > humpty dumpty back together > again. > > I find the drama instructor and he starts yelling > some choice words, not at > me but just venting. He's done, then another little > out burst. He's > finished now and I haven't said anything other then > "Sorry." I tell him I'm > a good carpenter (previous business) and would be > happy to meet with his > chief set builder to get this mess back together and > put up. He likes that > idea and heads off to teach a class. > > Little white flower vases are nonexistent in > Litchfield County. > > Yow! > > Doug Mahard Doug, What a great story! I always find that schools present so many unique problems --mostly the result of no communication between the various entities that are forced to co-exist under one roof. Harriet Lipman __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/
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