I currently serve on the Barn Theatre Board of Directors and we held our first meeting of the year last night. I was happy to learn our New Year's Eve Bash fundraiser brought-in more than $6000 for the Barn, which we will use to beef up the lighting equiptment. Thanks to everyone who attended and helped out. I got there late and missed out on the Mill Pond Orchestra, but still got there in time for hors de vours and the magic show. Everyone had a good time, and we are beginning plans for next year's event. Start making your plans now!
I recenlty read a column in the paper from Rueben Naverette, who is hispanic, who said he heard from many hispanics about how relieved they were that the would-be assassin of Gabrielle Gifford was not hispanic or it would've launched a wave of persecution against people of that ethnicity in Arizona. I don't know if that's true or not...it seems people down there are already fed up with the flood of illegal immigrants over the border and the crime that comes with it. Regardless of the Tuscon tragedy, the federal government needs to try and come up with a way to stem the tide and create a system where people who want to come here and work can do so legally, be identified and pay taxes. It doesn't pay to jump to the conclusion that every person who crosses the border is a drug dealer.
Speaking of jumping to conclusions, that reminds me of the time I flew out to California to visit my brother Bob. I bought a package of Oreos from the vending machine, then sat down and did some reading at the gate. All of a sudden the teenage girl sitting next to me opens up the package of cookies, grabs one and sets the package down on the seat next to her. I was rather shocked and stared at her, and she stared defiantly back at me. So I grabbed the package with a flourish, took one, and sloppily munched it while glaring back at her. She raised an eyebrow, then grabbed the package and took TWO cookies, eating one and putting the other in her pocket. I was about to say something to her, but at that time they started boarding the plane, and she got up, grabbed the package and walked off. I was going to go after her, but decided not to make a scene. I reached into my coat pocket to grab my boarding pass and found it right next to my package of cookies.