My thought one day at work. Goldalox for kids. Page ahead at least ten years, meeting up with the right rabbi at our Jewish Center in Rock Island, Illinois. And my play was presented with potato latkes replacing The Three Bears’porridge in cardboard houses by cardboard trees, paper rocks, and dancing flowers as I crawled behind the scenes feeding lines. No matter that the mics never came, moms and dads, grandmas and grandpas feasted on their movie stars, watching, listening, noses pressed to the lip of the stage.