Yesterday was one of those days.
From my dad*
For reasons too convoluted to describe, I was looking at some of the dialogue from A Thousand Clowns, in which I performed in 1965 as Nick. The story is around an uncle bringing up his 12-year-old nephew (Nick) and the social workers want to take Nick away. Murray, a wise soul, protests as follows:
Murray Burns: I just want him to stay with me until I can be sure he won't turn into Norman Nothing. I want to be sure he'll know when he's chickening out on himself. I want him to get to know exactly the special thing he is or else he won't notice it when it starts to go. I want him to stay awake and know who the phonies are, I want him to know how to holler and put up an argument, I want a little guts to show before I can let him go. I want to be sure he sees all the wild possibilities. I want him to know it's worth all the trouble just to give the world a little goosing when you get the chance. And I want him to know the subtle, sneaky, important reason why he was born a human being and not a chair.
Thanks, Dad! Every day I try and see all the wild possibilities.
*He's the best dad I've ever had...