One of the songs we are doing in Windsong this season is called Stand. One of the lyrics in Stand is…
“It starts with a whisper, the smallest I am.”
When we were working on this song in rehearsal my friend Jan scribbled, on a piece of paper, “That line reminds me of Horton Hears a Who.” (Of course she did this when Karen our director was working with a different section…we second sopranos are always paying attention at rehearsal).
I scribbled back “A person’s a person, no matter how small.”
Jan scribbled back,
“A person’s a person, no matter how _________.”
Fill in the blank.
And since we’re on a Dr. Seuss roll, the following is an e-mail exchange between HT and I last night.
He worked evening shift yesterday, and earlier I had whipped up a nice dinner for him(not a daily occurrence but he sure appreciates it when it happens), packed it up and sent him off to work. Later, I received this e-mail:
I ate my dinner and it was delish. Thank you very much. I appreciate you so very much and think you are the greatest. I hope you have a good night and I’ll talk to you later.
I replied with this:
Would you love me on a boat?
Would you love me on a float?
Would you love me though I bloat?
He shot back:
I would love you on a boat, on a float, and in a moat. I would love you on a train, in the rain or on a trip to Spain.
Note the glossing over of the bloat situation.
Well played, Todd O’Neil.