Every once in a while they clean me up and let me dip a pinkie toe into the world of fine arts.
Since I have peasant tastes and peasant aspirations, I don't clean up very well, but then I don't dip into the really haute end of the belles artes pool.
Last week: The High School Play! I went two nights in a row. It was a hoot!
Tonight: The High School Art Display at the local co-op art gallery. I went last year. They didn't kick me out. (I refrained from punching any hippies.)
My such goings on!