It was a great evening. The improv troupe played games they had never played before, not even in class. In a very small space the stage was set with three rooms plus the moderator’s (Anthony’s Teacher) desk. The house was shaking! Anthony was crisp—quips, twists, turns, fast-forwards, reverses, and even a song about a girl named “Joy” who beats her dog. (Dad in the audience threw out that one.) http://thespazzreport.blogspot.com/ His sister, with whom Anth. shares space in town doesn’t really beat her dog but she has a need to post her defense on her blog.
Rock the surprise: This is your T-Daddy speaking. Get registered now! Honor thy father. It is your patriotic duty. Read this, please.
http://www.veteransforcommonsense.org/NewsArticle.cfm?ID=2044
