The LOONNNG GOOODDBBYYYE

So there it is. The last show of How to Talk Minnesotan the Musical was yesterday afternoon. It's so transitory, that live theatre thing. We struck the set last night, it took about 2 1/4 hours to demolish the illusion of the Lost Walleye Lodge. I was surprised how much more time and work it was doing a musical than a play. These nice folks who came yesterday said, "that sort of silliness is just what we need right now." It's funny how material as irrelevant and vapid as that becomes popular in hard times. "The Grapes of Wrath" it isn't, but there is a certain value to celebrating our ordinary understated customs and ways of thinking and talking, traditional foolishness the way it used to be. To quote Lucy Humde, "That's just the way it is, so we do it." I sure enjoyed singing those sweet harmonies and sort of "dancing" in the show. It was fun. Goodbye until we meet again, Miller Johnson, part of the Muskies.