Stephen Quint and the ZOMBIE MIKADO

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THE BIG PROJECT happened yesterday, and not a moment too soon. Believe me, I will be writing about it. But for now you might be interested in this picture Bill Clinton had taken with Maggie and Lucy at a recent meeting. Link to newspaper article with DETAILS.

"Secret Mission"

This coming Sunday, April 29, is the culmination of almost a year's worth of work on a  commissioned project for which I've been completely responsible. The last couple of weeks have been progressively anxious. The whole thing is supposed to be a surprise so I've not said anything about it here. But man, it's been a lot of work, and at a VERY CHEAP PRICE, I daresay. So you won't hear anything new from me for a few days yet. I'd advise you when to check back, but there's no telling how seriously I'll want to apply myself to celebrating when the mission is accomplished and behind me. Maybe my brother can make another guest appearance and tell you which hospital to send hard boiled eggs and nuts.

Mia in the OR

Yesterday was Bring Your Child To Work Day so my sister Nancy brought Mia to the operating room!

She was into it. Here she is, looking for something nice and shiny and sharp.

Pirates ARR Comin'!

Since the New York Gilbert and Sullivan Players' website has fallen into an even more serious state of disrepair than this site, I will take it upon myself to keep my stalkers apprised.

I'm writing this on Monday, April 9. I just finished my taxes -- online, which I totally endorse. I think it's even better than getting the help of an expert. Tonight: "Pirates" rehearsal. Tomorrow: rehearsal for a secret thing I am not yet at liberty to divulge. Wednesday: tech guys and people who can't bear the idea of flying to a place and doing a performance that very night leave for Michigan and a night a beauty rest. The remainder of us -- WHO REFUSE TO PAY FOR A NIGHT'S LODGINGS OUT OF OUR OWN POCKETS -- get up at at an absurd hour, make our ways to Newark,  and eventually arrive to perform "Pirates" at Warriner Hall, Central Michigan University, in Mt. Pleasant. We're staying at a Microtel. I don't recall ever having stayed in a Microtel, but I see no reason to be optimistic about it. Friday night: "Pirates" again, at "The Whiting" (? - a theater - I'll find out why it's called that), in Flint. Comfort Inn this time. Saturday: PIRATES! In Columbus - The Southern Theater. Super 8. A matinee same place Sunday afternoon, then off for a 100 mile trip to Cincinnati and a restful evening at a Fairfield Inn. Monday: "Pirates" at Cincinnati Music Hall. Back to Newark next morning.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
More "Pirates" in Morristown, NJ, Friday the 20th. "Pinafore" the 27th, New Brunswick, NJ.

Of course I'm the Major-General in all these, except "Pinafore," which fortunately has no Major-General.

Thanks, Doug, for keeping this site full of photos while I didn't feel like writing. What's the matter with you, Eva? Got gas or something?

Final post from Pitttttsfield

Miz VAL asked for more photos of MR. STEVE. Unfortunately, I need to go to bed. There are photos here that are hilarious, and one day I'll get around to scanning all the deserving shots. I did scan one other photo of MR. STEVE, and I will now share it with you, his loyal stalkers.

Steve and Doug, 1972.

Now that you've had a nice drink of COOL REFRESHING STEVE, how about a hot glass of DOUG?

FOR VAL

Yes, VAL- this is another post by DOUG. SORRY TO DISAPPOINT.

Since VAL doesn't seem to like ME, and what *I* have to say (pout!) I thought I'd post some Stevie info. Something even THE GREAT VAL hasn't ever seen. So, VAL, here's something JUST FOR YOU even though you OBVIOUSLY DON'T LIKE ME.

This photo is from the early days of STEVE. This photo is from mid-1954.  Pictured you'll see our mom holding LITTLE STEVE. On the right, our grandfather, Lawrence Arthur Dysart I. On the left, his mother, our great-grandmother, Mary O'Day Dysart. Four generations of STEVE DNA, sitting on the front steps of 8 Easy Street.

OK, enough about Steve for god's sake. Jesus. Back to ME.  Was I not so adorable that you could just puke for a full day over my sweetness?

No title required

This is hardly a rant, but I *am* a guest, so bite me.

Some of you might like cats. I do. I hope that someday I'll be old (like maybe 38) and smell like cat pee.

This cat is named Moe. He appeared in the hall outside Steve's apartment years ago. Steve invited him in, and that was that. Eventually Moe moved to Maine with Marty and Mary. He's just about as swell of a cat as ever there has been. He likes everything and everyone. He walks on the piano, and likes to have his belly rubbed quite vigorously. If you don't like Moe, you're an asshole and should drop dead. This photo is several minutes old, but he hasn't changed much since I took it.

Love,
DOUG