Show Thanks to Dad with Tickets to John Denver Cookout and ALMOST HEAVEN This Weekend

by RoxyRegionalTheatre on June 17, 2011

My father took me to my very first audition. It was for one of FDR’s children in Sunrise at Campobello. I got the part.

My father also bought me my first makeup kit, which I immediately transferred into my father’s abandoned fishing tackle box. I was an aficionado of Monster Magazine and could recreate all of its covers. With a little silly putty and an ace bandage, I could turn myself into the mummy.

I loved my father, but we weren’t friends. He was a truck driver, so I was in bed before he got home, and he was out the door and back to work before I got up in the morning.

Later, when I got older and my father had acquired seniority, he would be home by dinnertime. He was a stranger to me, as I’m sure I was to him. My parents were Depression-era children, and I was a baby boomer. They had nothing while growing up, so they tried to give me everything, and my younger brother even more.

Dads have a hard row to hoe. Not that mothers don’t, but dads are a different breed (and, of course, so are mothers). Both provide, in different ways and in different degrees, depending on the pair. There is no absolute. I far too often write sympathy cards to someone who now has lost both: “Now you have joined a fraternity that wants no new members. You are an orphan.”

I lost my father some years ago. And I’m not one myself, but I say I have nearly 100 children in Parks and Rec each summer, not to mention the 40-plus Cratchits come Christmas. That counts for something. If you were to divide that by fifty-two weeks in the year, I would have between two and three children a week.

But I actually do have two godchildren: Simon J. and Isaac D. They receive books from Borders’ “clarence” section so often that they think anything that comes in the mail is from me. The only exception is Santa, because his packages come by sled.

For Father’s Day, I always gave my father Old Spice. Other than hair cuts, shoe shines, showers and shaves, a splash of Old Spice was his only slight turn toward vanity. I think that when he got mine, he passed it on, for there was always a bottle on the shelf.

As a warm-up to Father’s Day, the Roxy offers a pre-celebration and a chance to give a gift which serves two purposes — honor dads and support the idea of a new center for arts and education. For only a $25 ticket this Saturday, enjoy a 6pm cookout and John Denver sing-off contest “down under” F&M Bank, followed by an 8pm performance of Almost Heaven: Songs of John Denver. The cast includes Roxy favorites Ryan Bowie, Keith Panzarella, Bryan Benware, Kendall Anne Thompson and soon-to-be-favorite Erica Lee Haines.

See you at the theatre!

[John McDonald]

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