The Strike Epidemic, Say, & Sporting Goods

The strike on Broadway has officially been going on for 2 weeks. What do I think? How do I feel about that? What could I possibly say that hasn't been said yet? NOTHING! Lets just fix it... and in the words of Forest Gump "That's all I have to say about that." Good grief... :-/ I don't even have pictures of the whole thing because it has been the same pictures for the last 13 days as they were the first, a bunch of people in the freezing cold (most of the time rainy weather, holding coffee and signs and pacing back and forth) in hopes of clearing this up quickly as well.
Onto something a bit happier, or less confusing, or just something else...
If you have a free second I invite you to check out this brilliant piece of work from a guy that I will admit dated my Aunt. Yes my Aunt. Yes I will say once again he dated my Aunt. He plays guitar, sings, writes brilliant music, and dates my Aunt... I mean Dated... They are no longer dating... The mastermind I'm talking about is John Mayer. Yes the "You're body is a Wonderland, No Such Thing, Waiting on the World to Change, used to have his own TV show 'til it flopped and has seen Jessica Simpson naked, John Mayer. Anyway, he has a single out of a song he did for a film and the song is (like 99 percent of his stuff) totally brilliant. It's called "Say" Say-John Mayer Click that and it'll pop up on iTunes, you can hear a clip... At least I think I did the link thing right.

Ok now it's time for me to admit something. While the strike was going on in New York the first week, I was there and showed up at the theater and did my thing but no show. Then my sister got very sick and put into the hospital for kidney defect and I asked to go home to be with her and the rest of my family. My stage manager was very cool about the whole thing and I flew home last Monday to be with everybody. My sister is still sick (a week later) and hopefully the doctors will figure out what is wrong with her but it was really nice to hang with my family especially since it was Thanksgiving this week. My dad is easily my best friend in the entire world and at 53 the dude can rock out in more sports than a 24 year old little boy. How do I know? Because I'm 24 and he rocks my world at everything. It's been fantastic even if I am getting beat around whatever sporting field we are playing that day. So I will be heading back to New York tomorrow and while I'm there I plan on hiring Lance Armstrong, Michael Jordan, Dickie Webber, and Tiger Woods for 7 hours a day 4 days a week to teach me how to whoop my dads ass in everything... nuff said.

Be good you guys and Keep Safe :-)

Harley