Dave, a burly, bearded man with a feminine side, sidled up to me at the British Pub in Ashland, OR. He had just moved from Wenatchee, WA to pursue his dream.
As a merchant marine, he traveled the world 10 times over. He said he had been to NYC’s harbor but never set foot on its soil. Sailing the 7 seas, he sang show tunes every nautical mile. Sometimes he had to defend his voice, his singing from some unappreciative mates. A grinned dawned his face as he told me the shock of those sailors who told him to shut-up or else and he kept singing. He kept singing that is he took a measure or two to open a can of major whop ass. Then back to his chorus. It was his fellow sailors who told him to live that dream.
I had the fortunate encounter to be with him on the eve of his first day back at school in 25 years. He was giddy with excitement and scared as hell. Tomorrow was that next step to chasing that dream of acting and someday singing on stage and someday Broadway.
Chris
