Sunday...tired

Tired, tired, tired, but much has happened. Carol (Now called Cara) sang really well on Friday night---really want to try to encourage her to continue---she is really good. Experience at the coffee house at Park SLope a trip---felt like I saw the last thirty years of Park Slope in that room---some things to like, and some not to.....Yesterday the two plays---Albee's plays very forceful---will not comment on ALl That Chat---to my surprise, I think that most of the people in Saturday afternoon's performance had not seen the play or knew what would happen, hence, the gasp of surprise at Jerry's murder (I guess that is an adequate word for it) Then off to No Dice---could not stay for all of it--didn't "dislike" it, but just was not up to staying---voices were grating------tonight possibly Make Me A Song---if Caroline's tickets are valid for me. Traveling to the Bronx to work with Brandon, had a vision of a movie created around West Side Story and dating in the South BRonx--almost exploded in front of me, as the train moved through 174 Street---not sure why that street has such memories for me, as I never really knew too many people who lived there---is it because a large amout of my dad's students came from there....?