At breakfast the other day, the other guests and I were chatting aimiably about our plans for the coming day. "I'm in one of the $20 seats," I said, "so I'm either in the back corners or tucked along the side somewhere." This was for The Music Man. "Oh, well, we're seeing the same thing, hope to see you there." So I stroll over to Pioneer and Main, noodle about in The Tudor Guild for a bit, and then head in to the Bowmer. As I sit down I realize that the people in front of me and to my right look awfully familiar. They're the same two couples I just had breakfast with.

It's not like we're the only 5 people in the building, the show was close to sold out if not actually so. And yet, there they were. These things just seen to happen here.