Black or white, the theme is universal: if you grew up in a family with a father you had no problem whatsoever relating to the story. Yes, set in 1950's America and told from an African-American perspective, yet everyone has or had a father (whether they knew him or not) and that's all it takes to follow this play at what I admit for me and I think for the audience was at a rather visceral level. My thought was every man in the audience slept on the couch that night. Still, that's what you look for and usually don't find in good art. He said.

A Guinness afterward at John Foley's down the street from the theater before heading home on BART. Very civilized. Having San Francisco so handy, I'm learning, is a real advantage if you want to take in any kind of entertainment: the theater, in this instance (center front seats $29.00 each with the senior discount).

Monday. I've spent the day preparing Dykes on Bikes photographs taken between 1998 and 2002 that I've promised to a local group putting together a Dykes on Bikes exhibition in Palo Alto, a total of perhaps ten photographs, but ten photographs for which I've had to track down the original negatives and digital files. Another reason to get this image database program of mine up and working. They were looking for, well, Dykes on Bikes, the one sitting on the other, and since my bent is candid portraits, usually sans motorcycle, it turns out most of my images are of the one but not with the other - Dykes sans Bikes, in other words - so I only have only a small percentage that include the both of them together. Which is good. Ten images is more than enough on a Tuesday, let me tell you.