Went to see “The Mystery of Edwin Drood” tonight at CCM. Those kids could do as good as anyone on Broadway, and probably better.
I had to learn real quick how to get down stairs the “regular” way. Lots of people behind me on the stairs, in and out, and none of them willing to think, at the drop of a hat, that I might have a bad ankle and need to go slowly.
That’s the downside of my ankle brace: it’s not visible to others if I’m wearing pants, which I usually am. And so people don’t give me the space or tolerance automatically given to those with more visible problems. I did think my plastic boot looked rather dashing, but I could be wrong.
white pebble 