The script is written. The props are prepared. The performer knows his lines.
And at 5:00 this afternoon, the curtain will go up on the only live performance of "A Mexican Mosaic."
I told you this day was coming in i am not a camera.
Next week it will be Steve Cotton's turn in the cross-cultural barrel. And, if everything comes together, I will sprint through the high points of Mexican history, talk a little about Jorge Castañeda's cultural contradictions in Mañana Forever?, and then have some fun with local place names. All in one hour.That was what I wrote a week ago. And, amazingly, I am still on course to do exactly as I promised. Usually, when I volunteer to do these gigs, I end up changing my entire focus about an hour before I hit the stage. I guess that could still happen.
You may recall, before I retired, one of my favorite work duties was being part of a troupe who presented a quarterly legal update to our company's attorneys and adjusters. Sort of a Saturday Night Live at the Supreme Court.
The substance was important. But finding a whimsical theme was just as necessary. I loved being center stage.
And I have discovered nothing has changed after five years of retirement. I probably have a catalog of circumstances that could derail this presentation at any time.
But none of them has entered my hard head. I am too busy getting ready to have another great time on stage.
The reason I do not worry? I intend to have a great afternoon -- no matter what. And maybe, just maybe, the co-conspirators in this bit of fun (AKA "the audience"), will enjoy it as much as I will.
As Lincoln is purported to have said: "People who enjoy this sort of thing are going to find it is the sort of thing they enjoy."
Or, I could just leave you in the hands of Bob Fosse.