The Winding Down Of Summer

The Indian Danced On Alone. The Crowd Clapped Up The Beat. The Indian Danced With A Chair. The Crowd Went Crazy. The Band Faded. The Crowd Cheered. The Indian Held Up His Hands For Silence As If To Make A Speech. Looking At The Band And Then The Crowd, The Indian Said, "well, What're You Waiting For? Let's Dance.

A Giraffe Has A Black Tongue Twenty-seven Inches Long And No Vocal Cords. A Giraffe Has Nothing To Say. He Just Goes On Giraffing.

When My Father Finally Got Around To Teaching Me To Drive, He Was Impressed At My "natural" Talent For Driving, Not Knowing That I Had Already Been Secretly Driving My Mother's Car Around The Neighborhood. When I Took The Test And Got My License And My Father Gave Me My Own Set Of Keys To The Car One Night At Dinner, It Was A Major Rite Of Passage For Him And My Mother. Their Perception Of Me Had Changed And Was Formally Acknowledged. For Me The Occasion Meant A Private Sanction To Do In Public What I Had Already Been Doing In Secret.

Is It Always To Be A Winners-losers World, Or Can We Keep Everyone In The Game? Do We Still Have What It Takes To Find A Better Way?

Love The Battle Between Chaos And Imagination. Remember: Acting Is Living Truthfully In Imaginary Circumstances. Remember: Acting Is The Way To Live The Greatest Number Of Lives. Remember: Acting Is The Same As Real Life, Lived Intentionally. Never Forget: The Fruit Is Out On The End Of The Limb. Go There.