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Rogues’ Christmas list of stories

Pre-show at Taproot Theatre

We had a lovely evening at the Taproot Theatre and I received a number of requests for a list of the readings performed by our stellar cast. Here they are in order:

  • ‘Christmas in Qatar’ by Calvin Trillin (read by Paul Dorpat)
  • ‘You Better Not Cry’ (an excerpt) by Augusten Burroughs (Jean Sherrard)
  • ‘Christmas Every Day’ by William Dean Howells (Kurt Beattie)
  • ‘A Christmas Spectacle’ by Robert Benchley (Kurt)
  • ‘The Three Wise Guys’ by Sandra Cisneros (Bill Ontiveros)
  • ‘Christmas Cracker’ by Jeanette Winterson (Marianne Owen)

Our wonderful house band, Pineola, performed intro and interim music. I’ll update their set list when I can get it.

There’s only one more chance to catch this program: next Saturday at the Rainier Arts Center in Columbia City. But this show’s only available to Town Hall members. What a fine time to show your support and join Town Hall –  then join us for the party on Saturday!

‘Rogues’ Christmas’ – This Year at the Taproot Theatre

Northgate Santa, 1952. He knows when you are sleeping…

Greetings, all! FYI, this evening’s performance will not be held at the usual Town Hall location, which is closed for remodel and reconstruction! All Town Hall events are now sprinkled throughout the city in many different venues. Ours is at Greenwood’s Taproot Theatre. For direction and info on parking, please click here.

Thanks for the suggestion to clarify this, Clay Eals!

Total Eclipse near Lime, Oregon + A Visit to Lime!

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So Karen, our son Noel, and I joined the hordes and drove to a rest stop just north of Lime, Oregon, arriving about 4:30 Monday morning. And any lingering doubts we had about the advisability of the enterprise were put aside after the event. Following are photos documenting our conversion.

Dawn breaks at the rest stop
The view from the farm road above the highway
One of the only lines we found that morning: the women’s room at the rest stop just after dawn…
Karen waits for the moon to arrive, next to my second camera…
Our friendly neighbor from Olympia, who shared his filtered telescope with us
A view using a welder’s lens (thanks, Howard Lev) before totality
The unfiltered event. Note the planet lower left quadrant. Mars or Mercury.
In the dark…
Two minutes of night
I blew up this shot to look a bit closer – is that a solar flare at 1 o’clock?
My last photo of the sun peeping out from behind the moon. Magnificent.
Moments after the eclipse, in the twilight of awe

Afterwards, we had a picnic and then decided to drive south a few miles to visit Lime, where Paul Dorpat told us an abandoned cement factory still loomed. We wandered an apocalyptic moonscape of graffiti, art, and lost children – a perfect aftermath comprising melancholy reflection and an exquisite sense of mortality.

No Trespassing — ignored by artists and visitors alike
Karen in the ruins with her solar umbrella

This kid got up but couldn’t get down. I asked if he needed help, but he threw a rock at me and called for his dad (who may have been named Jim)

Is this Banksy in a box? The concrete stands about 3 feet tall and is a lovely secret miniature amongst the larger art

Moth, with thanks to Nabokov…

Perhaps you came for the Now & Then, which, never fear, is just below. But a couple of days ago, I came across a moth the size of a mouse, in its final hours, resting in a doorway. What a gift of watchful shadow and light.

Leslie Howells fingers provide size reference

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“…And its wings…[were] developed to the limit set for them by God… There on the wall…was a great Attacus moth like those that fly birdlike around lamps in the Indian dusk. And then those thick wings, with a glazy eyespot on each and a purplish bloom dusting their hooked foretip, took a full breath under the impulse of tender, ravishing, almost human happiness.” –from ‘Christmas’ by Vladimir Nabokov