As I promised last week, two stories featuring soccer, fisticuffs, wheelchairs and lifesavers:
Short story first: Attending The Constant Wife at the Asolo last week, my father and I, ticketless, had to enter the house from the backstage stairwell. The door—which, mind you, is also an emergency exit—was blocked with a proliferation of wheelchairs and walkers. I mean lots. And I know this can be considered an ugly thing to say about our town, but: Wow, talk about your stereotypical Sarasota trip to the theatre.