Miss Ashleigh's Lament, or Guys and Dolls in Tucson
It started out as a great plan - Amster and her kids and I would drive down to the University and see Guys and Dolls , part of Broadway in Tucson, a Nederlander Presentation. We'd go out for pizza and wings or chimichangas and flautas for dinner, and I'd be home in time to watch the Arizona-Utah basketball game at 7. Then other plans for the kids intervened and others were invited and then changed their plans and by the time I ended up in my seat in Centennial Hall I wasn't really sure who was sitting where. I was focused on the fact that I'd managed to keep up with Elizibeth on a trek through college students and visiting parents and Cal divers and free frogurt and my hip was only vaguely announcing its presence. I'm not sure my gait was perfect, but she didn't have to slow her pace for me. Progress is progress, slow though it may be. With Bert and Ernie filling out our ranks, we settled into fairly comfortable if not well raked seats. The tall man in fron...