A few weeks ago Jake and I joined his parents and his sister, Barratt, for a weekend in Asheville, NC. Actually, I joined them for a weekend. Jake joined them for the week. (I just started a new job, guys! I didn’t want to show up and then take off.) We stayed in the Pisgah…
I will admit to having never heard of Fort Morgan in school while growing up. In Virginia there’s a lot greater focus on Richmond and Arlington than Mobile, Alabama. But Jake and his sister, having grown up in Alabama, knew enough about it to be excited. And excitement is contagious.
My first time at DPAC since moving to Durham, I was very excited to see the show. And because I haven’t been to many live theatre productions since college, I jumped at the chance to give this story another try. I’m glad I did.
I tend to think Sundays should be at least twice as long as all other days of the week. That’s because it’s the only day of the week that I don’t have work. Sunday is the day of the week that I get to sleep in and be lazy.
This weekend was a whirlwind of activity. A large event at the wildlife conservation organization I volunteer at on Saturday, followed by staff meetings and a massive Halloween party, consumed most of my waking hours. Jake has been traveling to see his family and wish his Grandfather a happy birthday this weekend, so I am left to my own devices. A terrifying thought. (Fear not, he is returning this evening!)