Silly me...
For some reason, I thought my first "real" entry to the Nightingale blog would be about theater. Silly me.
I met Rusty Goodman Saturday evening. More to the point, Rusty introduced himself to me. For those who have met Rusty, I can only assume you know what I mean.
I was at the theater getting ready for Andrew Agee’s Puppets Gone Wild performance when a man poked his head in the front door and asked if anyone was home. As best I can recall, the exchange went something like this: