I have got to go back and get something recorded. And there’s not a lot of time.
I visited an elderly acquaintance in a nursing home’s medical center. We’ve known each other around the theater for several years and, while we’ve had a few fun conversations and I’ve always found him charming, witty, and talented, we’ve never been close. But I heard that he had been ill, and I had opportunity to go see him, and took it.
He has prostate cancer that has metastasized to the bones. His mind is quite sharp and he says he’s not in too much discomfort, but he’s not going to get better. He’s at peace with this. But the time is short.
He mentioned that it had been his habit for several years to recite “A Visit From St. Nicholas” on Christmas Eve to a tour group he and his wife went with. Health precluded it this time but he had performed it at the nursing home and the small audience was reportedly very appreciative.
I told him I’d be very honored if he’d do it for me. And so, for an audience of myself and his wife, this elderly, smiling, frail, wheelchair-bound old actor delivered Clement C. Moore’s classic poem. And did it brilliantly.
I absolutely have to get him to do that again, and record it. Jaw dropping.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring……
God bless, friends.