After, we gathered on the flying bridge to gaze over the Mississippi at the twinkling city lights.
The performance in the Guthrie Wurtele Thrust Theater was spectacular: zip lines, spinning sets, explosions and smoke, trap doors and all, but seemed to lack the warmth and focus of the productions in the old Guthrie. One memorable year we attended with Stan's late parents and assorted children. We fondly recall the sight of Dad all dressed up and standing in the lobby, wearing the oxfords he got from Randy's Moving-to-Hollywood garage sale.
Another Christmas memory.
