Say it in a British accent.

Once upon a time our fav-o-rite theatre group was performing or rehearsing or whatever somewhere over on the EMU campus. That’s in Ypsilanti and one of our board members reported that she had asked the artistic director how to get to the rehearsal space and got the response, “Go all the way to the bottom.” We gnoffed and gnoffed about this ridiculous set of directions for a while and, when we finally got up off the floor, I realized that it sort of made sense. In an eccentric British theatrical director kind of way. It doesn’t involve hills. It has something to do with the way the one-way streets work out. You have to travel *past* your destination and then double back to get *to* it.

I don’t go to Ypsilanti very often, not because I have anything against the place. It’s just that I live on the west side of the Planet Ann Arbor and for the most part my beat involves shuttling along the I94 18-wheel Clogway corridor over to the south side of the Planet Ann Arbor to work and back. If I can at all plan my errands along that corridor, you can bet I do.

Tonight we ventured over to Ypsi to meet with a bunch of my out-laws for dinner at Haab’s and then a play at the Riverside. I’ll let you guess which play and I’ll give you one hint, which is that Mouse’s role was Stella. And that is about all. Thanks you guys for coming out to see the show and good night. It is way past my bedtime.

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