OK, so the prize for yesterday goes to Maria from Brooklyn and Mary Hall from Washington, DC.  Not to diminish the triumph, but let’s face it, that one was easy.  This one should be easy for a certain segment of the population.  A segment that I belong to.

So, today we went to Frog’s Leap with Dave and Pamela who drove up after doing some business in San Francisco.  We sat on the porch and had a delightful time.  The woman who poured confirmed the story of the name of Frog’s Leap, and it is a play on Stag’s Leap, but the site of the original vineyard was an old frog farm.  Yes, as in raising frogs for frogs legs.  Never really thought of that.  I also heard a story on the radio about someone proposing that in light of the UN’s announcement that looking to insects for a food source, we should start building grasshopper farms.

We left Frog’s Leap and headed back to Yountville and the Lincoln Theatre for an evening of 24 Hour Plays.  Star Jones introduced the performances, and there was a bit of a screw up before she entered.  First, another delayed start (almost 30 minutes) and they turned her mic on too early and without her knowing and she said something about going to the bathroom before going on stage.  There was then another delay, while I guess she did just that.  Awkward.  They didn’t turn it off when she sat in the audience and she began to tell her companion about the music before each of the pieces.  I kept telling David that Joy Zinoman would be having a fit at this point.

The plays were not great, but I guess you can only expect so much in 24 hours.  David liked Christopher Meloni and Tamara Tunie the best, and I liked Allison Janney.  She is much taller than I expected, or at least looks like she is very tall on stage.  Very striking.  The second half was much better, but Dave and Pamela, you still didn’t miss much.  They left at intermission.  David wanted to, but I stood my ground.

Read the blog and more Paris Reborn.  One of the mistakes that the author claims the second empire has made with the redesign of Paris is to segregate the classes – pushing the working class to the periphery and keeping the upper and middle class in the center of Paris.  Some things never change, right?