Pigmentary Degeneration of the Retina

My first grade teacher spoke with my parents. They were noticing that I was having trouble in class and wondered if I had trouble seeing. I didn't know any different, so didn't realize there was an issue. My face was nearly back to normal following the monkey attack earlier that year (though the monkey did just barely miss my eyes...that in itself was a miracle). So my parents took me to the ophthalmologist, who diagnosed me with pigmentary degeneration of the retina. (I was proud of myself for remembering what it was called at that age, as it is a mouthful.) More commonly known as retinitis pigmentosa, it is similar to its cousin macular degeneration, in which the vision slowly diminishes as the retina degenerates. The two conditions go in opposite directions. Where macular degeneration starts with the central vision and works outward, retinitis pigmentosa starts with the peripheral vision and works inward. Both conditions lead to blindness, and neither has a cure. My peripheral vision was starting to go, and the doctor predicted I would be blind by the time I was a teenager. I would never be able to drive. It's likely I was born with the condition. The news was devastating to my parents. They got multiple opinions, just to be sure, but everyone agreed. In October 1984, in first grade at the age of 6, I got my first glasses. The following day, we got our family picture:

I remember my first day going to school wearing glasses. I was embarrassed at first, and it would be years before I actually liked wearing them. With the humidity in the Philippines, where we lived at the time, we quickly discovered that my metal frames rusted due to sweat, so I would have plastic frames for the next few years. (I haven't heard of that happening in recent years, so I'm not sure if there have been developments in that area, or if it was just the pair I had.) As a fairly active kid, I also went through glasses. One memorable time was when we went to Expo '86 in Vancouver, BC, and they fell off and shattered. (Fortunately, I had another pair at the hotel, but I had to go the rest of the day without them until we got back to the hotel. After that we were much more careful to make sure the material they used for the lenses was shatter-proof. I also used straps and cords at times to hold them on my face.)

My parents only told my grandparents and some fellow missionaries about the diagnosis. Unbeknownst to us, my grandparents shared it at a national conference for our mission organization with delegates from around the US and around the world. In short order, people around the world were praying for me.

After second grade, we returned to the US in the summer of 1986. We did this every few years for a year at a time to visit our supporting churches and update them on our ministry, as well as to have time with family. There was a lot of travel involved. While in the US, we went to the foremost expert on retinitis pigmentosa west of the Mississippi. He examined my eyes and found no sign of it!

Retinitis pigmentosa has no cure. It leads to blindness. My vision was going starting from the peripheral vision, and had it progressed normally, I would eventually have had tunnel vision, and then it would be gone. I was forecast to be completely blind by the time I was a teenager, and I would definitely never be able to drive. My RP was completely healed! I love telling ophthalmologists that it healed, as that's something it doesn't do. The retinas don't just grow back, but mine did! I got my driver's license when I was 24 - delayed not because of my eyes, but due to slow reflexes as a child. I still wear glasses, but it is due to astigmatism (the corneas are slightly misshapen, which distorts the vision a bit), a condition I much prefer to blindness. They are mild, and one doctor a few years ago told me I could legally drive without them, though it's better to be wearing them. A more recent eye exam revealed 20/20 vision in one eye (I forget what the other eye was, but it wasn't quite as good). Following is my Optomap of both eyes side by side from a few years ago. (Optomap is a picture of the back of the eye, which presents an alternative to having to dilate the eyes, and you get to see a cool picture afterwards. I find it fascinating.) It shows no sign of RP. The doctor showed me Optomaps of patients with RP, and they showed holes in the retinas. None here.

This was the most dramatic miracle I have experienced, and it has made me super thankful that I can see. By all accounts I should be blind, but I can see! God's healing is mindblowing. It has reinforced the amazing power of prayer. It has also given me a passion for things related to vision. I am thankful for my glasses, and I have done research in recent years to figure out ways of raising awareness of the benefits of them. They don't heal anything, but they can be a big help with seeing things, reading, driving and more. With blue light blockers gaining popularity in the past few years, they can also help to keep (or minimize) harmful kinds of light from causing damage to the eyes. I definitely recommend getting regular checkups, as vision trouble can be subtle, and people often don't realize they need glasses and are surprised how much better they can see once they get them. I feel if everyone who needs glasses actually got and wore them, the world would be a safer place. They sometimes have a bit of a stigma, and I feel they're actually something to be proud of. I want to do what I can to remove the stigma.

Words @ Random

October 25, 2004, I stopped at Tully's for my morning latté on the way to work. They knew me pretty well, and I almost always ordered the same drink that we had decided to call a triple-berry latté. I don't remember if I had started asking for nonfat, no foam and no whip at that point, but they put one squirt of blackberry syrup, one squirt of raspberry, and one squirt of cherry. "Triple berry" was much less of a mouthful than having to say all that, and the baristas were familiar with it. In any case, as the machine was whirring that morning, the barista said, "Airplane." That was a bit unexpected! She was surprised to find out she had said that out loud, and explained that it occurred to her that the machine sounded like an airplane. I commented that it seemed she was saying words at random...then realized that sounded like a song title. So I told her maybe I would write a song and put it on my first album. She liked that. I wrote the song (well, poem), but I haven't recorded an album yet. Maybe someday?

[Side note: A few years later I would start counting calories and discover that daily morning lattés are not the best idea if you need to lose weight. Now I only have them occasionally, generally once or twice during pumpkin spice season. I still drink coffee, though, black.]

A project for a graphic design class
a few years after writing this poem.
I translated the poem into French
and made a poster based on the
visual poems in the Futuristic style.
"Cracked" is the title of the font.

Airplane
Miniature Schnauzer
Oh the joy of saying words at random!
Indubitably
Scrambled
What a way to chase the blues away
Just saying words at random
Meow
Anemone
People look at me like I'm strange
But what do I care?
I'm saying words at random!
Spiffy
Brazilnut
It's so fun being easily entertained!
Which leaves me just one more thing to add:
Xylophone!

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As mentioned in the caption above, I translated the poem into French for a design project a few years later. Following is the French translation:

Mots au hasard

Avion
Schnauzer miniature
Quelle joie de dire des mots au hasard !
Indubitablement
Brouillé
Quel moyen magnifique de chasser les idées noires !
On n'a qu'à dire des mots au hasard !
Miaou
Anémone
On me regarde comme si je suis fou
Mais ça m'est égal
Je dis des mots au hasard !
Épatant
Noyer d'Amazonie
Que c'est amusant d'être facile à divertir !
Ce qui ne me laisse qu'une seule chose de plus à dire :
Xylophone !

The Monkey

Antipolo, Philippines, c. 1984

The monkey was eating sticks. They didn't look very delicious to me, but hey, if that's what floats the monkey's boat, I say go for it! I'm sure it's a great source of fiber.* The monkey seemed to be enjoying them, in any case. As we watched from the nearby swing, I noticed there weren't a lot of sticks within its reach, and my heart went out to my fellow primate. I wanted to help out, to make sure it was well cared for. But there was an issue. A sign nearby warned us to stay away. I was in a bit of a quandary, as I was a bit wary due to the sign, but also didn't want to risk tossing the stick and potentially hitting the beautiful creature and hurting it.

Public domain picture from pdpics.com

Our mission organization was having a retreat, and while the adults were in meetings, we kids were on the playground. They had a bench swing with two benches facing each other, which is where we were seated. The monkey was a few feet away, tied up so it couldn't get far. The leash was attached to a pole at a diagonal between a tree and the ground, to allow the monkey more range of motion.

I continued to ponder how best to help out, and I finally decided it would be kinder to hand the stick to the monkey rather than risk hurting it.** I picked up my stick and carefully moved closer, gingerly extending my stick to the monkey, in what I hoped was a friendly manner.

Then it happened.

The monkey ignored the stick. My face was what really interested it. For a few moments I was paralyzed in shock as the wild beast clawed, scratched, mauled my face! 

I don't know how long my shock lasted - probably only a few seconds, though it seemed longer - but as soon as it wore off, I backed up and got away as quickly as I could! I ran across the playground, up the stairs, across the courtyard, and into the lobby of the resort, screaming for my parents. I am told it looked like I had been in a battle.

Thereafter, every time we returned to that resort, the mortified owners apologized yet again, and reminded me again that they had gotten rid of the monkey. I don't know where it went, but it wasn't worth having a pet if it would hurt their valued guests.

So if you ever go to that resort, enjoy their amazing mango slushes. The cashew tree out front is great. The stream out back is beautiful and offers some great opportunities for finding guppies and other small wildlife. They have an awesome pool, where our church did baptisms. They have a sweet playground. The owners are super friendly. But if you ever stop and wonder, "Why don't they have a monkey?" ...

It was me. I'm the reason they no longer have a monkey. It was an attempt at kindness that went very wrong.

Thankfully, I still like monkeys. But I have learned to have a healthy respect for wildlife. I also learned that it's important to heed warning signs. On the plus side, it makes icebreaker games fun.

* Note: As I was 6 at the time, I'm quite certain I was not thinking about the nutritional benefits of sticks.
** In retrospect, a small stick thrown from a few feet away probably wouldn't have hurt it. 

Discombobulated

October 28, 1999, I was in college and had a shocking epiphany that I couldn't think of a single poem that used the word discombobulated. It had such poetic possibility! This could not stand! I hastened to fix that problem, and the following story of an abduction by Vikings (and other randomness) unfolded. I set the poem to a techno tune. (Note: I am proud of my Scandinavian heritage. That said, I was going more for rhymes than historical accuracy. Also of note, the first four stanzas have nothing to do with the rest of the poem, except that they rhyme.)

Ein Wikingerüberfall (A Viking Raid)
Ferdinand Leeke, 1901

Discombobulated

Uncoordinated
Unsophisticated
Discombobulated!

On the road I skated
And I rollerbladed
Discombobulated
A racket I created!

To the mob I stated
My speech right now is slated
Discombobulated
Unsophisticated

I stated and restated
Jack Sprat is underweighted
His wife is overweighted
Discombobulated!

The two were unrelated
Until the day they were mated
Her hair he daily braided
And they were both elated

Until the Vikings raided
Their house they had invaded
Their ego was deflated
And those men they hated

Their home was desecrated
Discombobulated
Their glory, it soon faded
They became outdated

Their language he translated
The verbs he conjugated
To Norway they were crated
They were unsedated

To a land they were freighted
On a great ship, gold-plated
Their happiness negated
The Vikings they berated

Their birthday cards belated
Their arrival long-awaited
Their fury unabated
The Vikings soon were jaded

Against their will they aided
And, boy, had they debated
Bibliography annotated
To them clearly dictated

Discombobulated
Their sla-ve-ry was fated
In the ground they spaded
While the Vikings recreated

They left so much unstated
The snow was underrated
And their teeth they grated
Their eyes were soon dilated

Escaped! They soon vacated
Their home was reinstated
Architecture they updated
Gothic they predated

This song is overrated
People interrelated
Discombobulated,
This song is terminated!

Five Years

This past Wednesday I posted about doing a word of the year rather than New Years resolutions. My words for 2023 are Beginnings and Sunrise. This was my word for 2018:

I posted that picture 5 years ago when my job, originally slated to last 3-4 weeks, changed from contract to permanent. The contract position began in April of 2017, and my first day of being an official employee of Wireless Advocates was January 8, 2018. It was an incredible experience, and there were tears of joy. One thing that meant a lot to me was when my manager informed me that it was a "no brainer" to convert me from contract to permanent. As a contractor, I set records in order processing, both personal and in our department. I continued that in my new permanent role.

The past five years have been amazing and challenging. I could not have asked for a more incredible, cohesive team, and my manager has led it masterfully. We are like family. I have grown professionally and as a person, and have shrunk in weight. (😀) I sometimes felt my manager believed in me more than I believed in myself, and she has never failed to be a massive encouragement any time I was second guessing myself (and other times). This job has taught me so much. We have been through a lot as a team. I found out I have ADHD, which was a big help in understanding and working with challenges that I've faced over the years. A coworker lost his mother to cancer. My manager has lost several relatives, and gained a grandson and a little sister. I have learned that our nation hasn't come anywhere near as far as I previously thought in ending racism, considering the horrifying discrimination and loss my manager and other coworkers have faced. I lost my dad shortly after my manager lost hers. My car was totaled in an accident. I love that I've been here long enough to be amazed how fast my manager's children are growing, and to cheer them on as well. I got to hang out with coworkers after work. The job has been challenging and incredibly rewarding. The tough times and the good times have brought us closer. One time, the TARDIS even landed on the roof of our building! (Well, technically, it was an Instagram filter, but close enough.) 😀

Working with managers and salespeople around the country, I have learned from more than just our immediate team. We supported them, and it was awesome talking to some of them when they visited our national headquarters. Over the past month, one former District Manager in particular has been an incredible encouragement and cheerleader to everyone in the company on LinkedIn, posting inspirational messages daily.

When COVID hit, we transitioned to working from home, and the transition was surprisingly smooth. Our management and team have met virtually on a regular basis, and we have remained as cohesive as ever. We have even to been able to meet in person on occasion. As difficult as COVID has been, I have been thankful to be working from home now, as my parents have been needing more assistance, and I've been more available for them, while still being able to do my job and even work overtime.

The news last month that our company is no more was difficult for everyone. It was tough enough for us at national headquarters, and we got 2 months notice. I feel for my colleagues around the country who had no warning, and kiosks closed suddenly. That has happened to me once before, and it was not fun. However, on the flip side, it has been exciting watching on LinkedIn and other social media as managers and associates around the country have rallied around each other, encouraging each other, supporting each other. I'm so glad to see when colleagues have posted that they are starting new jobs.

With just under a month to go for those of us at national headquarters, our job searches are continuing apace. I'm excited to see where everyone will end up.

I have been with Wireless Advocates officially for five years now (about 5¾ if you count my time as a contractor). I'm thankful that I was able to make it to 5 years, and I wouldn't trade this time for anything. I'm looking forward to the next phase.

Following are some of the most amazing people I've ever had the honor of working with:

My amazing manager with her
well-deserved Employee of the Year
Award in 2018

Possibly one of my favorite pictures
that I've ever taken!

The Cactus

I wrote the following poem April 8, 2002 following a difficult event. (Interestingly, I don't even recall what event that was, but my younger self tells me it was seriously trying.) Working through the pain, I realized that holding onto it was just about as absurd as trying to hug a cactus. It would only hurt me further. I also thought of 1 Peter 5:6-7. I've often seen both these verses quoted in different contexts, but rarely together: "Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you."

I also blogged about 1 Peter 5:7 a few years ago, here. It's one of my favorite verses. The lesson was further reinforced later that year, as I blogged here.

What cactus are you trying to hug? Let it go!

Photo by Cara Tracy
Used with permission

I clung to a cactus

Embraced it in my arms
And the pain ripped through my aching body!

The spines pricked my skin
The pain grew intense;
But the worse the pain, the tighter I clung!

I cried out in agony
I complained and bemoaned the pain
As I fought against the cactus
And I clung
Still tighter

Until God said,
"My child,
Give Me the cactus.
Let go of the cactus
And let Me take your pain."

And I

          let

                    go

And let God take the cactus
He took away the pain
He healed my biting wounds
And in their place, He gave me peace
And joy
My trust in Him grew stronger
All I had to do was let go of my pride
Let go of my pain
And rest in the arms of my loving heavenly Father.

The First Noel

January 6 has been a fairly eventful day throughout history. In his novel Notre-Dame de Paris (translated into English as The Hunchback of Notre Dame), Victor Hugo tells of the Feast of Fools on that day, when the people of Paris have a competition to see who can wear the ugliest mask. Quasimodo wins without even trying, and is crowned the Pope of Fools. In 1540, Henry VIII married Anne of Cleves (a marriage that would end in divorce). In 1759, George Washington married his wife Martha. In 1994, figure skater Nancy Kerrigan was attacked. It is the birthday of Joan of Arc (1412-1431), John DeLorean (1925-2005, whose car company would have an important part in Back to the Future), EL Doctorow (1931-2015, whose book Ragtime would inspire a movie and a musical), Justin Welby (born 1956, current Archbishop of Canterbury), Eddie Redmayne (born 1982, British actor who played Marius Pontmercy in Les Misérables, Newt Scamander in the Fantastic Beasts movies, and Stephen Hawking in The Theory of Everything, among others), and many others. Just two years ago, our former president provoked a terrorist attack on our Capitol in an effort to get the will of the people overturned. Several cultures celebrate Christmas Eve. 

In the Christian calendar, January 6 is Epiphany, also known as Three Kings Day. It closes out the Christmas season. Depending on the tradition, it's either the day or the day after the author of The Twelve Days of Christmas received twelve drummers drumming and a whole host of other gifts from their true love. It commemorates the Wise Men (a.k.a. We Three Kings) visiting Jesus and bringing their gifts. When considering what song to write about today, my first thought was "We Three Kings," but I already did that one (see the link earlier in this paragraph). "The First Noel" also mentions the magi.

The Magi Journeying
James Tissot, c. 1890
Brooklyn Museum

One thing that strikes me about the Christmas story is how God chose the most unlikely of people to receive the announcement of the birth of the Messiah. Shepherds were the lowest of the low in their culture. They were often outcasts. The Magi were foreigners, and they were likely astrologers. Aside from the magi who came from the east to visit Jesus, the only other mention of that word in the New Testament is in Acts 8, when Peter and John encountered Simon the Sorcerer. The word translated "sorcerer" is the same word, a magus (the singular of magi). They were star gazers and advisers to kings, often followers of Zoroastrianism. It just said the magi came from the east, but doesn't specify where. Traditionally, they came from Arabia, Persia and India, respectively. Wikipedia has some interesting details on what scholars believe about their possible origins and further details. The number of magi is unknown, traditionally told as three because they brought three gifts.

The first two verses of "The First Noel" concern the shepherds. The angel announced the awesome news, and the star led them to the stable. Verses 3-5 tell about the wise men, or magi. They followed the star to search for the new King. It led them northwest, until it stopped over Bethlehem. They entered the house and presented their gifts of gold, myrrh and frankincense. (My "We Three Kings" post details the significance of those gifts.) Verse 6 is our response. We "sing praises to our heavenly Lord, that hath made heaven and earth of nought, and with His blood mankind hath bought." There have also been other verses over the years, but that's the version we currently sing.

When did the magi visit? The past few years I have thought it was two years later. When they arrived, the Bible says they visited the house, not the stable. Herod ordered children two years and younger killed after the magi visited, which is when Mary and Joseph fled to Egypt. However, my friend Mikel Del Rosario (also known as The Apologetics Guy) recently pointed out that the stable was likely in Joseph's ancestral home. It could have been as early as 40 days after the birth. People generally think of it being 2 years later because of Herod's order, but he could have just been covering his bases. We don't know precisely when they visited.

The song originated in Cornwall, England, during the 13th or 14th Centuries. It may have originated as a miracle play, ancient plays portraying biblical stories and accompanied by song. The Cornish gathered in the streets to sing it. More details on that here.

Swim with the Salmon

I wrote the following poem August 7, 2002, after visiting the fish ladder at Seattle's Hiram M. Chittenden Locks. Watching through the glass as the salmon swam against the intense pressure of the water got me thinking about the similarities of salmon fighting the water pressure and us fighting temptation.

Salmon at Willamette Falls, OR
Source: NOAA Photo Library, 1950

The current rages on
Downstream with awesome force
While the salmon swim along
Upstream to spawning grounds
Against the raging current

We've got to swim with the salmon
Go against the flow
Jump up all the ladders
Go up the waterfalls

The current rages on
Down the rivers of this world
The temptation is so strong
To conform to the ways of the world
And just to go with the flow

We're called to swim with the salmon
Against the raging current
Following the Lord
Not conforming to the world

2023 - Beginnings: Fountains and Sunrises

Forget the former things;
    do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
    Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland.
The wild animals honor me,
    the jackals and the owls,
because I provide water in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland,
to give drink to my people, my chosen,
    the people I formed for myself
    that they may proclaim my praise.

Isaiah 43:18-21

The lookout from the Wild Horse Monument,
overlooking the Columbia River and Vantage, WA

I was originally planning on going with a sunrise theme here, but the above verse has been on my mind, and it uses a different metaphor. Both work. Tomorrow will be one month since we got the life-changing news that Wireless Advocates is no more. I wrote about it at that time here. Next week will be 5 years since I was hired permanent. Our colleagues around the country suddenly lost their jobs, and those of us at the national headquarters continue to work on wrapping things up with the business before our jobs end next month.

This has been an interesting month. Between tasks related to closing the business, we have been working on job search, updating our resumes, updating LinkedIn, and more. I have been deeply impressed how some of the most helpful people on our team have been managers around the country who lost their job last month, but are rallying around the 1800+ employees who have lost, or will soon lose, their jobs, keeping us encouraged, motivated, positive, and even excited about new possibilities. As difficult as this period of loss has been, it has been a beautiful thing to watch. Our team at national headquarters is closer than ever, as we are all in the same boat.

Skykomish River
near Gold Bar, WA

I have mentioned my awesome friends Kim and Jason Kotecki in previous blogs. One thing they have encouraged in their motivational movement Escape Adulthood is a change from the traditional idea of New Years Resolutions. People often resolve to lose weight, get organized, any number of things. They might buy a gym membership, go once or twice, and give up. I actually cancelled my gym membership last month because I almost never went, and it ended up being a monthly bill I got nothing for. That is not to say I'm not working on losing weight; I have been working on it since 2020, and have lost just over 100 pounds since then. I still have a ways to go, but I'm more than halfway there! (I recommend Noom if that's an issue for you. You can tell them I sent you.)

Instead of resolutions we may or may not keep, Kim and Jason recommend coming up with a word for the year. The first year I did it, my word was Ooze. First of all, I love that word. It's fun to say. People generally think of oozing goo, but you can also ooze joy, ooze love, ooze any number of things. It doesn't have to be gooey or mushy. In 2020, my word was Vision. (Get it? 2020 Vision?) I don't do a word every year (I didn't have one last year), but in light of recent events, I have decided to go with "Beginnings" or "Sunrise" for this year. In the above verses, I normally only hear verse 19 (the part about doing a new thing). But just now looking at the passage, the verses around it are also important. Though we should learn from the past, it is in the past and there's nothing we can do about it...so it isn't a good idea to dwell on it. Jackals and owls are generally nocturnal, and jackals in particular are known for scavenging. Anubis, an ancient Egyptian god of the dead, was represented as a jackal. In CS Lewis' The Horse and His Boy, the graveyard outside Tashbaan has jackals prowling nearby. At one point Aslan protects Shasta from them (though at the time Shasta doesn't know the identity of the cat protecting him). In the sequel The Silver Chair (which has a fleeting reference to The Horse and His Boy), Jill and Eustace are helped by owls, but they are most helpful at night. In the Harry Potter books, owls deliver mail. I'm not sure exactly where I'm going with that, but those are my thoughts on jackals and owls.

In any case, even in the most desolate of deserts and circumstances, God provides water and other things needed, both to humans and to wild animals. Just as a spring of water bubbles and froths excitedly, we can look to the future with joy and eager anticipation, even if everything around us looks grim and hopeless. Sometimes it seems counterintuitive, but an optimistic outlook can work wonders.

Clark Fork River
near Superior, MT

With my goal of Beginnings this year, I am looking forward to seeing what wondrous thing God has for me. I started this blog in 2010, but have been fairly irregular in posting. The past couple weeks, starting with my reblogs of my All Things Broadway posts, I have been working on posting daily. I am hoping to keep that up and develop this into a more regular blog. I don't know exactly what direction that will take, but we will see. I am also exploring my options on the employment front. I'm excited to see what amazing new possibilities are bubbling "just around the riverbend," to quote Pocahontas. 

As my friends Kim and Jason like to say, "Now that this has happened, what does it make possible?" At the risk of mixing metaphors, what joyful spring of water will be bubbling and frothing as the sun rises on my next chapter? Is there an awesome proverbial geyser in my future? I can't wait to find out!

Here's to new beginnings joyfully springing up as a beautiful sunrise dawns over the horizon!

Sunrise over Lake Michigan
Sheboygan, WI

Sunrise over Lake Michigan
(and a raccoon if you look closely)
Sheboygan, WI

All Things Broadway Posts

Between 2018 and 2020, I was on the blogging team for All Things Broadway, one of the most popular Broadway groups on Facebook. As their blog recently went offline, I recently reblogged my posts. I thought it might be convenient to post links to them here.

Outside the Schoenfeld Theatre on Broadway,
where Come from Away played 2017-2022
Picture taken September 2022

Come from Away: Stories and lessons from those who lived it

I interviewed several come from aways and Newfoundlanders whose stories inspired Come from Away. This is the result, along with my own memories from that horrible day. This was my first and most popular post. It also set records for All Things Broadway's blog in terms of readership.

The Showtunes of Christmas

My thoughts and suggestions if you are planning to make a Broadway Christmas album. Which showtune is and isn't a Christmas song?

All I Really Need to Know I Learned on Broadway

Inspired by Robert Fulghum's All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, I share some valuable lessons learned in Broadway shows.

The Magic of Carol

Along with two other bloggers, we paid tribute to the late, great Carol Channing.

Writing Your Very Own Rodgers & Hammerstein Musical

My thoughts on common threads between Rodgers & Hammerstein musicals and how you can write your own R&H musical.

A Look Back, 2016-2018 (give or take)

Reviews of the shows I attended in the past 2 years, as of December 2018.

Theatre Etiquette, Part 1: Putting on the Ritz!

Etiquette for producers, directors and performers when putting on a show.

Theatre Etiquette, Part 2: A Night on the Town

Etiquette for attending a show.

Prayer, Come from Away

My thoughts on the "Prayer" in Come from Away; this was my part of a collaborative blog on songs that were particularly meaningful to us at Christmas.

You Are Here: A Come from Away Story

This was a collaborative blog about the HBO Canada documentary You Are Here: A Come from Away Story. It was one of the most moving documentaries I've ever seen.

Quarantine Playlist

This was my last post on the blog. I wrote it at the beginning of the pandemic about songs that I have found encouraging in tough times. Thanks to the pandemic, this was one of the last posts in the blog, though it would be a couple years before the blog went offline.

Times Square, September 2022

What is it about you?

Part 2 of my New York blog...

Skyscrapers, taken in Central Park

"When we left off last night, the hideous dragon had carried the maid to his cave by moonlight, he gnashed his teeth and breathed his fire. The heath quaked and we trembled in fear!"

Oh wait, wrong musical. This is where we left off. I did not see The Secret Garden (which the above quote is from) in New York, though I did see it in Seattle a few years ago on tour!

Anyway, moving along... 😀

Broadway Flea Market

The morning of September 25 found us back on Broadway attending the annual Broadway Flea Market, where they sell all kinds of things related to shows and all proceeds go to Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS. It was quite an experience. Near the beginning I caught a glimpse of Jeremy Jordan. Many shows had booths. There were old programs, merch, used props, and more. The Kite Runner booth had cloth items made by women in Afghanistan, where the play is set. (I sadly missed that show, which I was hoping to see.) The Some Like it Hot booth (another show I didn't get to see) was giving away bottles of water. At the Aladdin booth, in addition to buying a signed Statue of Liberty prop used by the Genie (see my previous post), I got to meet Jasmine (Sonya Balsara) and get my picture with her! I mentioned that I had seen her in the show the previous night, and that she was amazing. She appreciated that.

At the Come from Away booth, I got to meet Sharon Wheatley (who played Diane) and Astrid Van Wieren (Beulah). I feel honored to have now met all three women they portrayed (the character of Beulah Davis is inspired by Beulah Cooper and Diane Davis) and the super talented women who originated their roles on Broadway. Sharon Wheatley signed her book Drive: Stories from Somewhere in the Middle of Nowhere for me. Astrid Van Wieren signed a Come from Away button.

With Sharon Wheatley

With Astrid Van Wieren

At the Stars in the House booth, the four of us admins from Broadway Remembered got our picture with Seth Rudetsky and James Wesley. I also bought a couple small paintings by their very talented daughter Juli.

Me, Jeremy Sunderland, Seth Rudetsky,
Melly Garcia, Michael Kape, James Wesley

Shortly after leaving their booth, I very nearly literally bumped into my old high school friend Barzin Akhavan, who I haven't seen since high school, and has been in the cast of The Kite Runner. He is also in an upcoming movie (he told me the title, but I forget), and has been in a lot of productions on the stage and screen. He has been involved in The Kite Runner since its inception. I performed with him in our high school production of Oklahoma!, and he later reprised his role of Ali Hakim in an Oregon Shakespeare Festival production. As we were passing each other at the Flea Market, I said, "Barzin!" His scream of delight and big hug took me by surprise, and was truly amazing. Here he was, a Broadway star, greeting me like I was the star and he was the fan. It meant a lot to me. After we had hugged and talked a bit, I introduced him to the others (who we had to find in the crowd). We then arranged to meet and talk some more the following day.

With Barzin Akhavan
Photo by Michael Kape

I left four rocks during the Flea Market: "Climb every mountain" from The Sound of Music, "Hygge" from Frozen, a second "Paciencia y fe" rock from In the Heights, and "Welcome to the Rock" from Come from Away.

Speaking of Come from Away...

Come from Away

Following the Broadway Flea Market, the four of us attended Come from Away, shortly before it sadly had to close. Most of the cast (though not everyone) was the original Broadway cast, and we were near the front. I was struck how some of the trees had grown root systems during the run. You can see it in the bottom corner of this picture:

It was amazing seeing it on Broadway with (mostly) the original cast. This was the fourth time I saw it onstage (the first three times were in Seattle). It gets me every time. It is such a powerful show, and it's such a shame it had to close a week later. I was hoping this would be able to go for years more.

Manhattan and Central Park

The following day I returned to the Harry Potter Store, and left a rock nearby ("To life, to life, l'chaim!" from Fiddler on the Roof). I walked up the street, as my appointment with Barzin was coming up. On the way to Central Park, I passed the Empire State Building (I hope to go in next time I go):

As I arrived at Central Park, I found it is a lot bigger than I realized. I went in the southeastern corner and walked through the zoo. I did some exploring in the park and left two rocks: "My corner of the sky" from Pippin (I loved that someone was gonna find "my corner of the sky") and "You will be found" from Dear Evan Hansen. I really must do more exploring next time I go. 

I was struck by the buildings all around. Barzin and I exchanged texts to arrange where to meet, and so I walked from the southeast to the southwest corner of the park. We sat on a bench and caught up, and then we proceeded to the Lincoln Center, where we sat in the courtyard and talked. I left my favorite rock there, with a quote from Les Misérables ("Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise"): 

After meeting, we both had plans on Broadway. I was to see Six, and he had to get to The Kite Runner. We both took the subway to Times Square, where we parted. I had a bit of time to kill before my show, so I explored the Disney Store.

Six

"Remember us from PBS?"

Six is the "histo-remix" of the story of Henry VIII's six wives. It is told concert style with the six of them onstage with their "ladies in waiting" (the band) on risers behind them. Each tells their story, initially as a competition to see who had it the worst. It recently crossed the Pond from London, and it is unlike any other show I have seen. It masterfully and creatively injects interest, humor and music into a very serious story. It tells how each wife was respectively "divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived." While it starts out as a competition, part of the lesson of the show is that these tough times are not a competition. Four were rejected for various reasons, one died in childbirth, and the last was with him to the end of his life. Each performer did a fantastic job of recounting her story. I also love how they acknowledged and introduced each member of the band.

Metropolitan Museum of Art

The following day, my friend Melly treated me to a tour of the MET (Metropolitan Museum of Art). I will need to go back next time, as we hardly scratched the surface of what is there, but she gave me a tour of many of the paintings. I was particularly fascinated by this one by Elisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun of her daughter Julie, creatively presenting two perspectives of her in one painting:

Melly and I had lunch in the museum's cafeteria, and then she had to leave, but I proceeded to explore the gift shop and the Greek and Egyptian wings. Mythology and ancient art fascinates me.

Staten Island Ferry and Statue of Liberty

My next goal was to take the Staten Island Ferry and see the Statue of Liberty from closer up than I had seen it from Battery Park a couple days previous. I proceeded to the ferry terminal, which is near Battery Park, and boarded the ferry. It reminded me of the ferries on the Puget Sound, except it's smaller and doesn't have a place for cars.

It was a beautiful day to be on the water. Looking behind, I had spectacular views of Manhattan and surrounding. To the side, I got a great view of the Statue of Liberty. I hope to go to Liberty Island next time.

Upon arrival at Staten Island, I did a little exploring and left my last rock ("Hakuna matata" from The Lion King) and then returned to Manhattan. It was a bit of a rush to get back to Times Square for the show, but I just made it!

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

While I have issues with the plot of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, it is worth going for the effects alone. It almost looks like they are actually performing the spells onstage, and at times I wondered how they did it. The set and effects are mindblowing. In my opinion, the plot is best described by a quote from Doctor Who: "wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey...stuff." It is the story of Harry's son Albus and Draco's son Scorpius forming an unlikely friendship and creating a big mess with the noblest of intentions. It was originally in two parts, but due to the pandemic was shortened into one show for Broadway. 

Hadestown

The following day, after I visited Hershey's Chocolate World in Times Square, Melly and I went to see Hadestown. It is the Greek tragedy of Orpheus going to the underworld to rescue his love Eurydice, told with New Orleans style music. It was mostly the original Broadway cast. Of the main characters, only Hermes (Lillias White) and Persephone (Jewelle Blackman) were different, and they were fantastic. Reeve Carney was an excellent Orpheus, Eva Noblezada was amazing as Eurydice, and Patrick Page killed it as Hades. I don't see many shows with a strong bass, but Hades is one such part. The set was simple yet complex. My only issue was that, though we had amazing seats, they were right in front of the stage, which would normally be a great thing, and it was great being able to see them so close...but a large portion of the show uses dry ice, which pours off the stage and into the first few rows. I thoroughly enjoyed the show, but smelled like dry ice afterwards. I would recommend sitting a bit further back if dry ice is an issue for you.

Into the Woods

After a visit to M&Ms World and a fantastic Cuban dinner, the four of us met to see the revival of Sondheim's Into the Woods, a mashup of several classic fairy tales that combine into a powerful and rather heavy second act. It was a who's who of Broadway actors, including Stephanie J. Block (Baker's Wife), Sebastian Arcelus (Baker), Gavin Creel (Cinderella's Prince/Wolf), Joshua Henry (Rapunzel's Prince), Krysta Rodriguez (Cinderella) and more. While it was fully acted, it reminded me of a concert style, as the orchestra was in the center of the stage and the set was very simple. Milky White was a brilliantly-designed puppet and more expressive than I've ever seen her. She pretty much stole the show. Her puppeteer (Kennedy Kanagawa) was just as expressive. I also loved how the giant was portrayed by two massive shoes (one of which was also operated by Kennedy Kanagawa) tromping around the stage with the help of two puppeteers. The voice of the giant (who also played Cinderella's mother) walked to the center of the stage behind the orchestra and you could see her talking from a distance. In other productions I've seen, she is completely offstage, except when you see her feet at the end.

I was sad to have to leave, but New York was an amazing experience. It was truly "one short week in the [Bi-i-ig Apple]!" I hope to return sometime. (Back to the Future opens on Broadway this coming June, after all!) It was also a personal record for the most live shows I've seen in one week. 

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who helped make this trip possible! It was amazing, and a highlight of my year!