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Ashland 10 September 2015
Jacksonville & One Play
A gentle day today: a ride over to our favorite kitchen and provision stores in Jacksonville, and an outstanding lunch at the C Street Bistro. This little boutique of a town hosts the Britt Festival, a music celebration that hasn't ever quite appealed to us ... but their Festival has given the town the outside profile it's needed to get its terminal cute on ...and that we do fall for. I would have to observe, however, that our old standbyes, Kitchen and Provisions, aren't keeping up, and this may be our last visit to them. C Street Bistro, however, is worth the lazy trip over the vine-covered hills from Ashland.
This whole southern Oregon valley, an east-west wrinkle in a generally north-south terrain, Bear Creek and the Rogue through Grants Pass, is a singularly blessed spot on the planet. High dessert, except for the streams from the hills around. Today, the smoke from the still-burning fires has been pushed to the north end of the valley, and the sky is cloudless and blue.
What a shame. Moments of brilliance. Whole scenes filled with wit, grace, humor, and delight. And then, the last confusing act spoils the whole. On the way out, a woman behind us: "I don't know why they had to play that horrible music..." A moment later, a man: "There was so much good at first, but then ...they just lost their way." A very disappointing end to our plays.
I think the actors knew they booted it ... and yet about half of this strangely loyal, resolutely dishonest Ashland audience gave a dutiful Standing O. Do they not understand how they devalue appreciation by so doing?
Meanwhile, Back in Caspar...
Sienna’s sunset photo and poem
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