Alive and Well

I heard the piano before I walked into the room. A dozen folks were already there, handing out music, warming up voices, renewing friendships. It was an anniversary gathering of the Georgetown Gilbert and Sullivan Society — and it was my reunion "duty."

But for once it wasn't a duty. To hang out for an hour or two with people who found time to practice songs from "HMS Pinafore" while also studying torts and contracts is not a hardship.

So I listened, took notes and photos. I thought about the plays I was in as a kid, how in love I once was with that world. I thought about theater people, how alive they are. Breathing all that music in and out.

The last number was "He Is an Englishman."

I couldn't stop myself. I had to sing.