Pursuing Veronica, part 1

"A perfect girl like Veronica would never like me," I said to myself as I drove home through the humid, late evening atmosphere. I began to wonder if, before the show, Veronica had spied through a hole in the curtain and saw me sitting in the audience alone. If she did, I wonder if she thought I was cute; I wonder if she was maybe thinking about me while she sang her song as she changed into her fluffy PJs? And I wonder if she, too, was driving home through the fog and humidity thinking about me, about the pure fact that I felt she was the absolute bee's knees.

For years I had hankered to play the part of Lenny, in a favorite John Steinbeck play. On an extended break from my working in New York City, myself and two of my friends (one a director, the other an owner and operator of a theatre company), decided we'd hold auditions and present "Of Mice and Men."

We would rehearse "Mice" from mid June through mid August and tour it at several locales through the end of September.

You've probably heard of the play, but you may not know that the character Lenny, a hulking field worker whose emotions and intelligence are in line with those of, ah, a very young child-I guess, is the politically correct way of putting in. It's as if Steinbeck had written the part of Lenny with a future me in mind.

"Of Mice and Men," is not a happy play, but I get a lot from it. It focuses on Lenny and his friend George's struggles as they search to attain their humble, heartfelt dreams. They want to "live off the fat of the land." Tell me you can't relate to that?

"Of Mice and Men," is not the play you want to tryout for if you're looking to meet chicks, because there is only one female role, and the character doesn't even have a proper name. She's listed simply as, Curley's Wife.

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