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Realization and Recognitions.

Recently I submitted an article, to my editor at Urban Milwaukee.com, about the future of theater. Specifically, I attempted to focus on what theater companies learned from their efforts to remain relevant during, pun intended, these dark times.

I did rant and ramble through an attempt to explain the difference between live performance (Audience and performers in the same venue), streamed live performance (Audience watching the performance, live but separated), and streamed recorded performance ( the version that could be edited more like a movie).

I am contemplating a much-needed rewrite of the column. When I was doing research I found a discussion with Superfan Hilary Clinton and a panel with four successful broadway stars about the Question, 'What does this shutdown mean for theater, theater fans, and society?

If you find Hilary too polarizing, then just pull the little slider on the bottom until you get to the panel discussion. If you do that, you're going to deny yourself a look at a different side of her for sure.

I can guarantee you that the local theater people in SE Wisconsin would watch this and agree with everything these Broadway veterans say. I also can assure you the after listening to these stars of Broadway, you will have a better, deeper, and more thoughtful appreciation of theater.

Question? What happens when we die? I haven't a clue what we are going to experience. Some say there is a heaven and a hell. Others insist we will come back to life on earth as another creature animal, insect, human, or worse a virus.

One thing I do know, my Great-great-grand children will be able to visit me on my Facebook, read my Blogposts, and my Google Docs My published pieces will probably be on Kindle and people will still be asked to friend, follow, and like me.

As I posted on Facebook the other day I was promoted to follow a number of people (158) on Linkedin. I went through the list and as a rule, clicked on people I knew (and like), There were five people per line, and on every line or so there was the name of someone who I realized is dead.

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