Tap dancing is lost art. It seems to have gone the way of the dodo.

The reason I bring this up was that I recently saw a production of 42nd Street with my family. It was a magnificent performance. The music was great, the songs were recognizable and man, could that ensemble dance. I had nothing but this huge grin the entire time.

The Ford Center for the Performing Arts was a nice little place. It wasn’t too big, and we had good seats, even though they were in the balcony.

Ok, this is coming out a little incoherent. I had in my mind this entire entry planned out on my trip home from the city, but it’s turning into a stream of consciousness kind of thing. So I’ll just end it here, and rework it tomorrow when I’m more awake.