11 December 2009. Gray, cold, rain. Well, almost--wet streets, impending drops...
Mrs. Burke, dressed for the day as the Great Leader. Terrible chicken humor, surfacing even in the sanctity of the classroom. But the little ones--Monique, Fritz, Charley, and little George know she's only pretending--a bit of theater which draws their attention--devotion, even. Chairs direct from Central Casting, in this case an old tin warehouse in West Oakland, where we rummage through piles of vanquished props-faded armor, Doric columns, a martini glass, the occasional sword...
A kingdom off the coast of Illyria, and sweet Helen, on the ring above...
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