We're home from Ashland and now are hoping the last 48 hours before the election will simply pass without "surprises" or drama. The networks all pump up their 24-hour coverage, and we watch and hope. Tomorrow we'll work on Obama's campaign. "Hillary sent me" rings in my head and heart.
The last play we saw in Ashland was "Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner", a lovely, bittersweet reflection on marriage, overeating, obsessive watching of sports, and sibling rivalry -- all woven through with magical realism. Kudos go to Luis Alfaro, the playwright, as he confronts issues I think we would rather not think about. It's easier to take those we love for granted and to not look at how we run away from confronting either truth or death, in all its forms. Still, the play was not easy, though the writer used vaudeville riffs and humor very well. I'd see this one again.
And then we drove home, fall foliage brightening the road. The oaks in the slide show are at Linn-Benton Community College, my teaching home for many years.
Ashland Oregon
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