A few minutes from now I’ll leave Our Girl’s apartment in Chicago and walk two blocks to the rehearsal hall where Barry Shabaka Henley, Charles Newell, and I start work later this morning on the Court Theatre’s production of Satchmo at the Waldorf.
It is, I think, a good time to remind myself that this is a day to be totally present. Today there is nothing but the show: no deadlines, no worries, no morning news, no future, not even an opening night in January. This is a day to rejoice—and work.
And so…off I go. See you on the other side.
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A scene from All That Jazz, a 1979 film by Bob Fosse, starring Roy Scheider: