In the Spring of 97, professor Ken Martin couldn't understand how I, in the role of The Beadle could consistently find the only unlit spot on the set of Sweeney Todd .
Bugs can find their light.
The humor of A.U. thespians is, by definition, something they won't easily let go. Which, I suppose, is one of the many reasons I don't make a very good thespian. Because this Saturday is the final night of the A.U. Theatre production of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, directed by Jim Reynolds. The show has monopolized my evenings and infected my thoughts since before the beginning of this semester. And this weekend's performance will be my last major show at Ashland University.