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For the past several months I have shared a grant to do a play about Gwendolyn Reed, who was a migrant worker in the Connecticut tobacco fields and also an accomplished actor with the Charles Gilpin Players, a branch of the Federal Theater’s WPA Negro division. Gilpin was the original actor in Eugene O’Neill’s “Emperor Jones.” Gilpin indeed was
I know how to say I don’t know in about ten languages. If you dropped me at an abandoned shipyard in Gdynia, Poland and someone said something which I would not understand, I could say, Nie wiem. It could be the answer to just about any question. Where are you? Where’s the post office? Where’s the loo? Who are you? Even Why are you?
Oceans cover more than two-thirds of the earth’s surface. For centuries, these bodies of water have supplied us with a bountiful harvest of ocean wildlife and millions of well-paying jobs. Unless something changes, however, the future of fisheries is in serious jeopardy.
Editor’s note: This guest commentary came into The Lakeville Journal from Katherine Overton following the publication of a story by Senior Reporter Patrick Sullivan on the Cesar family history. It is correcting a couple of small points, and offering further information.
I found myself going on this a.m., Kerouackily, as I put it, in a run on sentence that just ran on. I was trying, badly, to express some heartfelt thoughts to someone who means the world to me.
Dear EarthTalk: What’s the latest on hydrogen powered fuel cells? Not long ago they were touted as the energy source of the future, but news has been scant of late.
— J. Gorman, Columbia, S.C.
What is “non small lung cancer”? I am seeing the term all over these days, especially on those abhorrent TV ad disclaimers stating that if you take such-and-such a drug, you risk such minor side effects, like death.
Tom Stoppard. Sir Tom. Knighted by The Queen. The first play I saw of his was “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead.” It is a take on the two minor characters in “Hamlet” who try to lure the Prince to his death, but the luring goes awry. Hamlet finds their note sentencing him. He changes the names and they, when they land in England are toast.
For 20 years — 1973 to 1993 — I took the Bonanza Bus from Canaan, Connecticut, or drove from my home in Clayton, Massachusetts, to Manhattan. Because Route 7 follows the course of the Housatonic River, the ride can be a bit dizzying, and the tall, handsome driver who sped us on our way had acquired a nickname: Professor Curvy.
Jonathan Miller. One of the four in “Beyond the Fringe”, first done in London, then in New York, then, when I saw it, in the center of the universe, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, at the Pabst Theater (named after and supported by the brewing company – “What’ll you have, Pabst Blue Ribbon? Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer.”)
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