The theater has expanded since Karen and I were last there in 1995 to see Twelfth Night. The play was good, Shaw's The Philanderer, but it made me want to see a live production of Major Barbara, or my favorite, Man and Superman, which has that delightfully sardonic interplay known as "Don Juan in Hell." There is now an indoor theater, too, currently showing O'Neill's Long Day's Journey into Night; I don't know if I can take that any longer; such a grueling ordeal to see for 3 hours; it evens challenges my inherent sensibility of masochism. (Although, I could go for another dose of The Iceman Cometh.)
On the way back to Madison, I discussed with the members of the cook group about the ideas of opening a brewpub out by a vacant building by my place of work. I seemed to have piqued some interest. I also discussed further ideas of wild turkey and deer hunting. If I really do get the chance, I should plan on getting a large freezer for the basement to freeze all that good venison.
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