March 1999 Publisher's Note

Dragged kicking and screaming...

“You will sit there all night until you eat your broccoli.” She would say. And I would sit there, hour after hour, trying to think of something to do with the damn broccoli. Even my dog wouldn’t eat it. Finally, when it was so dark that you couldn’t really tell what it was, I would eat it. Sometimes you just have to eat your vegetables. Besides those few “broccoli conditioning” sessions the only other thing more excruciating to have to sit there and endure were my high school theatrical productions. Ugh! I can feel the clammy uneasiness oozing over me as I just think about it. It’s not that I really hate theater, (which is a clear contradiction to an earlier Publisher’s Note where I do admit that I hate theater,) it’s that I just don’t get it most of the time. Plus, most of my experiences were of productions where the technical execution wasn’t quite perfect, and the actors occasionally got stage fright and just stood there, so you really can’t blame me for not being a super big theater buff, with the conditioning and all.

But, because I reserve the God given right to be smarter today than I was yesterday, I am going to publicly retract my earlier “I hate theater” statement and replace it with my new “I am truly beginning to appreciate theater” statement.

Boy, talk about twelve-step programs.

And I owe a great deal of my new appreciation to my nagging, (oops, did I say that out loud?), encouraging wife who forced, (damn, did it again), guided me to go see How I Learned To Drive at Open Stage last month.

(Smirky smile suppressed) It was really a great show. I enjoyed it immensely. No one threw paper airplanes at me, and the girl I had a big crush on was sitting right next to me! This was cool. Plus, Open Stage is a great theater. It’s very intimate. At one point the lead character stood so close to me I could read the dry-clean only label on her sweater. Now them’s good seats.

So, where am I going with this. I’m going to the theater. (Hee hee hee). All right enough. But it’s true, I’m a gonna go back and see another show. As one of the few people in the world who can truly say I’ve sworn off TV, (we haven’t watched it since Quinn was born in September), getting out and seeing a LIVE show was refreshing and quite satisfying. Now mind you, to keep this in context, it wasn’t female mud wrestling, but it was very good (wink wink).

Switching channels now. (Great metaphor, what’s a channel?)

I really hope you like this issue. We’ve put a lot of work into growing the editorial content of MODE, and we’re doing it all for you. (So stop throwing rocks at our offices already.) But seriously, our article on Dance in Harrisburg is top notch, and very easy to read (for us non-dance types). If you peruse the whole issue, we’ll take you from Bellefonte, PA to the California Café. We’ll make a quick pit stop at Joseph A. Rossi Jewelers and even grab a little PA Cheesecake. You’ll find out what Games Adults Play, experience a Anti-War Protest reenactment, and we’ll even give you a sneak peek at the new National Civil War Museum going in to Reservoir Park. Gosh there’s so much to mention this is starting to sound like a librarian’s shopping list.

We even know something about Wynona that you don’t. Ha!

Enjoy the issue.

Scot Giambalvo, Publisher
publisher@modeweekly.com

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