As I mentioned in the comments section Saturday, Mrs. O, Amy Dearest and I checked out Tim Burton's "Sweeney Todd" at the Riverstone Cinemas Saturday. A lot of throat cutting. A lot of good songs. All in all, so macabre that I almost flinched when Mrs. O served home-made, chicken pot pie for dinner. "Sweeney Todd" is the successful Broadway play now made into a movie in which the anti-hero barber takes revenge on those who wronged his family and him by slitting their throats while shaving them. Surplus clients are baked into pies by his female accomplice downstairs. In other words, my kind of play/movie (as long as the music's good -- and it is with Sondheim handling those chores). So the vacation is off to an interesting start, with my ladies showing no ill effects from the Wednesday crash. A nice rental Toyota Corolla in the garage, and visions of throats being cut dancing in my head as I prepare for bed. I'll read a few poems before I call it a night. And, of course, play the Wild Card ...

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