Yesterday was theater wing day.
I have been collecting theater programs since 1966. I am not certain why I kept as many as I have. They are designed to be of limited use. But there they were.
From Broadway. London. Los Angeles. Oxford. Portland. Seattle. Salem. Paris. Athens. And with a range of plays just as broad.
All the way from the usual tourist schlock. The Mousetrap. Evita. Cats. Phantom of the Opera. Starlight Express. Les Miserables. Miss Saigon.
To the more unusual. My Fat Friend with John Inman of Are You Being Served. The full series of D'Oyly Carte (de mortuis nihil nisi bonum) Gilbert and Sullivan productions. A Little Night Music with Jean Simmons (the actress, not the tongue guy) and Hermione Gingold. Billy -- when Michael Crawford was a comedian with a character actor's singing voice instead of his current false Caruso. The amazing Chita Rivera in the pedestrian Kiss of the Spider Woman, And Victor Borge.
Then there are the treasures: Harvey where I met James Stewart -- a tale already told in harvey the croc. A Walk in the Woods with Alec Guiness and Edward Herrmann. And The Importance of Being Earnest with my favorite actress, Maggie Smith.
Some of the programs contain the autographs of the stars.
It was fun to look through them. But I have not seen most of them in years. They were prime targets to head to the dump.
But reprieves come in odd ways.
On Friday night, I attended a local high school production of Little Shop of Horrors. It was not very good. However, when I was introduced to the drama teacher, an idea hit me. Why not pass on my collection to someone who would really appreciate it?
I made the offer. The drama teacher accepted. The collection will have a far better home than I have offered it over the past five decades.
If only it was that easy to divest myself of some of my other goods.