I had my first taste of improv last night… well, it was a scripted performance with improv actors at Atlanta’s main improv spot, Dad’s Garage. "Black Nerd" was the best thing I have seen on stage in a long time… maybe ever! Probably because I could identify with the story so much.
Even when the sun is high, this is still my favorite spot. The back porch of the Baywood house overlooking the tee of the golf course’s hole 1. I sit here and sip my coffee… reading… writing… reflecting… to the soundtrack of birds and bugs until the hum of golf carts cuts in like breaking news. The occupants commanding an audience. I am not a fan of golf. I don’t even pretend to be. Yet watching these folks is fascinating.