For the third time, I really enjoyed the play "Wicked, the Untold Story of the Witches of Oz" in New York City. Yes, I know, that makes me a geek. My wife and daughter went with me this time, and they loved it, too.
There's something about the power of the writing, and the music, and the ideas, that just grabs me. I loved the show because I loved the talent, the raw show of excellence and effort and skill. I was crying and laughing. Those performers put their hearts and souls into it, and the audience felt it. Unanimous standing ovation. Marvelous! The effect was to make me want to take my own poor skills to levels like that, and that may be its best effect. I may take my son to it after he returns from his mission in Guatemala. He loves the soundtrack but hasn't seen the show.