It’s my last full day in Boulder, and this will be my last post for this blog. It has been an amazing summer, and I’ve been impressed and touched by the interest in my summer project and in the completion of my Shakespeare canon. But it’s time to say goodbye to this season and to all the new friends I’ve made, and get back to my home and my cats and more familiar routines.
My wife Jannie flew out from the Bay Area last Friday, and has seen both of the shows I’m in; we’ll go together this afternoon to see Woody Guthrie, which I know she will love. Tomorrow we’ll set off across the mountains for home; we still haven’t determined our exact route, but it will probably take us through southwest Colorado and across southern Utah. We’ve traveled extensively in the Four Corners area in recent years and we always enjoy it greatly.
We closed Henry last night, going out on a high note. There was no performance in the Rippon last night, so many of the company who are in the three outdoor shows, and who had been unable to see Henry before, took in the closing performance. They were a clued-in, responsive audience, closely following the subtleties of the plot and giving us a standing ovation at the end; it put the cap on the feeling of achievement we’ve experienced, a sense of taking a little-known, seldom-performed work and demonstrating that it can be not only a viable play in performance, but a dynamic and involving evening in the theatre even for those unfamiliar with its history. Personally, I was happy with where Wolsey has taken me as a performer, and felt I had grown as an actor through the process of rehearsing and performing it. You can’t ask more than that of a production.
We close Three Musketeers tonight, and then the season wraps up with final performances of the other three plays Friday and Saturday. The company will scatter to the four winds, and each of us will be going on to new projects and fresh challenges. For myself, I start next Tuesday teaching two classes (Shakespeare language and theatre history) at Solano College, and understudying Stoppard’s Rock ‘n’ Roll at ACT. By this time next week, all that will be left of this season is a few pictures and a lot of valued memories, and the distinction of achieving something unusual in the professional theatre. I would like to thank all those readers who have followed my journey, taken notice of what we’ve accomplished and shared with me my excitement at bringing the circle of my Shakespeare career to its close. I hope it’s been of interest to you.