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When I was eight, I got to see an outdoor performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream at Wilson College in Chambersburg. Of course, being eight, with Shakespeare not quite a concept to me (aside from Christopher Reeve posturing with a talking skull on The Muppet Show), I didn't quite understand what I was watching, but I wasn't bored. Bottom, with his borderline-taxidermist ass head and later "performance" in the Pyramus and Thisbe segment were what stuck with me.
In 1987, during a busy week of a busy summer (my aunt was getting married) I caught a sizable chunk of the famous yet obscure Flying Karamazov Brothers production of The Comedy of Errors on PBS, and if I knew then what I know now I would have popped a tape in the VCR and hit RECORD (famous because it's the Flying Karamazov Brothers, obscure because there's no official home video. No, I don't know why. Thankfully, the whole thing is now on YouTube).
In 1991, the high school Drama Club put on The Taming of the Shrew (the workshop with the Foot in Mouth Players was my favorite).
In 1997 (and no, I don't know why I didn't go sooner; maybe I was invited, maybe I weren't), I went to the Maryland Renaissance Festival for the first time (despite all the vicious digs made by a certain Minnesota-based TV show about "good-natured" riffing of "bad" films) and maybe THAT was the beginning of it all?
What am I trying to tell myself? That I should join a long-haired comedy troupe? (My hair was a lot longer for a long time.) I can't juggle or play an instrument...
Maybe if I dug a tunnel to 1997...
