So, I was working at the Fitzgerald the other night and I think it's fair to say that a lot, if not a majority of the people who usher, especially the volunteers, are old ladies. Such was the case on Saturday. There were two old ladies standing with me for house hold and I listened to them talk about their lives and they gave me what might be the best advice anyone has ever received: Save money and don't gain weight.
When the house opened, me and one of the women, I think her name was Alfreda, went up to the first balcony. We didn't have much to do, it was general admission and we didn't get programs until part way through, and it hadn't sold very well so hardly anyone was on the first balcony. So we mostly talked. We talked a bit about the Oscars that were happening the next day, and a bit about the Wisconsin fiasco and somehow, she ended up telling me some things about her life, or rather just in general what life was like when she was younger. She said that she remembered the first time that there was the issue of whether teachers had the right to strike. She told me that she had been a sixth grade teacher and the material was harder than when she was in sixth grade and is much harder now, and something about how there weren't many teachers because people were working in wartime industries. She talked about how it used to be that a man needed to be present for a woman to buy a car.
Which is why I think that everyone should have a blog. Everyone's life is a story, and then people could learn the stories of other people. It would sure make things like the mystery of Gussie Manlove simpler.
But then I think about how nothing on this blog would really interest someone in the future. It doesn't really give a picture of my life, it's mostly a bunch of ramblings and whining. I don't have enough perspective to really talk about my life, whatever that is. But maybe someday.
