Falling Under the Spell of "Kiss of the Spider Woman": A Love Letter to the Original Broadway Cast Recording

Let me take you back to a time when my love for musical theatre was as dazzling as the neon lights of Times Square. During my days in New York City, while hustling through the chaos of it all, I had a brief encounter with Fred Ebb. Imagine if I’d fully known who he was—what a missed opportunity for my budding theatre-loving self! Back then, I didn’t have the vocal chops to belt out the iconic Kander and Ebb tunes, but life has a funny way of revealing its treasures when you’re ready to embrace them.

Before I left NYC, the city was abuzz with excitement about a new Kander and Ebb musical: Kiss of the Spider Woman. Originally staged in Toronto and London, it was set to premiere at the Broadhurst Theatre—the same venue where I sat entranced by Patrick Stewart’s A Christmas Carol December 1992. I remember thinking, “That’s going to be a musical? Interesting choice.” You see, I had seen the film Kiss of the Spider Woman back in middle school with my friend TK. We were expecting a sexy and glamorous gay movie but were instead drawn into its gritty, haunting tale.

Fast forward a few months after I left New York and Kiss of the Spider Woman finally opened to sold-out crowds. When I visited the city again, I was lucky enough to snag a single ticket (thank you, theatre gods!) and witnessed one of the most spellbinding performances of my life. Chita Rivera as Aurora—where do I even begin? To this day, I pinch myself and think, “I saw the legendary Chita Rivera live!”

The moment I stepped out of that theatre, I knew I needed to relive the magic of Kiss of the Spider Woman over and over. Cue my pilgrimage to Colony Records, where I splurged on the “import” printing of the original cast recording—at a price I’d rather not admit. Let’s just say it was triple what the U.S. release was when it was released a few months later. But honestly? Worth every penny.

This album is pure enchantment. From the very first notes, Kander and Ebb’s score pulls you into its world—a surreal, dreamlike journey through love, heartbreak and the darkness of human connection. Brent Carver (Molina) and Anthony Crivello (Valentin) bring every ounce of their characters’ emotional depth to the music. “Dressing Them Up” captures Molina’s charm, while “I Draw the Line” lets Valentin’s fiery defiance shine. The tender “Dear One” brings these two men into harmony with the voices of Molina’s mother and Valentin’s girlfriend, creating a moment of aching beauty.

And then there’s Chita Rivera. Her portrayal of Aurora, the Spider Woman, is nothing short of iconic. Tracks like “Where You Are” and “I Do Miracles” are hauntingly brilliant—blending camp, danger and mystery into a hypnotic performance. It’s no exaggeration to say she is the heart and soul of the recording, commanding every note with an aura that feels almost supernatural.

Over time, the role of Aurora was passed on to other talented women, including Vanessa Williams and Maria Conchita Alonso. Few replacement casts get their own recordings, but Williams’ status as a popular recording artist made it happen. Her performance, while vocally stunning, lacks the same mystique and gravitas that Rivera brought to the role. Aurora isn’t just a character—it’s an idea, a reflection of Molina’s dreams and fears. Rivera embodied that complexity with unmatched charisma, while Williams leans more into vocal precision than emotional depth.

However, the new cast recording isn’t without its triumphs. Brian Stokes Mitchell steps into the role of Valentin and his voice is, as always, a force of nature. He even manages to make “The Day After That,” one of the score’s more polarizing anthems, into a truly stirring moment. Howard McGillin, as Molina, delivers beautiful vocals and hits the head on the fragile desperation the character demands.

While this recording doesn’t quite capture the magic of the original, it’s still worth a listen, especially if you’re a fan of Vanessa Williams, Brian Stokes Mitchell or Howard McGillin.

I had the privilege of seeing another iteration of Kiss of the Spider Woman during its touring production in Chicago in 1995. Carol Lawrence, Chita’s former West Side Story co-star, took on the role of Aurora. Her age added a certain gravitas that worked beautifully, but still, no one has ever truly matched Rivera’s iconic portrayal.

This show is groundbreaking—a surreal, daring masterpiece that tackled identity, sacrifice and the blurred lines between fantasy and reality long before the trend of adapting movies into musicals took off. Terrence McNally’s adaptation of Manuel Puig’s novel and film brought the story’s dreamlike logic to life, but it’s the cast, especially Chita Rivera, who elevated it to legendary status.

So there it is—my love letter to one of the most fascinating cast recordings muscial theatre has ever produced. Whether you’re a die-hard theatre fan or new to the world of musicals, I can’t recommend this album enough. It’s a journey into a surreal, emotional, and deeply human story that stays with you long after the final note fades. 

Have you experienced the magic of Kiss of the Spider Woman—whether on stage, through its recordings or even in the film? Are you excited about the upcoming film release featuring Jennifer Lopez? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below! And if this story sparked a bit of nostalgia or introduced you to something new, feel free to share the love—or perhaps drop a small token of appreciation. Every bit helps keep the curtain rising! 🎭💖

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The Witch Trials of Pendle: Fear, Darkness and the Haunting Legacy of 1612

There’s something bone-chilling about stories rooted in history. They aren’t just tales to scare you—they’re shadows of real people, real terror, and real lives forever altered. One story that always leaves my spine tingling is the tale of Pendle’s witch trials in 1612.

This isn’t just about witches or folklore; it’s about fear and survival in a world where suspicion could get you killed. Imagine the lonely moors of Lancashire, shrouded in mist, where whispers carried secrets and the slightest accusation could bring darkness crashing down. This was Pendle, a place where neighbors turned on neighbors and lives unraveled in the blink of an eye. Are you ready to step into the shadows of history? Let me take you there—but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Life in early 17th-century England was harsh, uncertain, and divided. King James I ruled a land fractured by religious tension. Catholics and Protestants eyed each other with suspicion, and the king himself—who had survived an assassination attempt—was obsessed with rooting out enemies and hunting witches. Pendle, a remote borough in Lancashire, was a breeding ground for fear. The moors stretched endlessly, barren and bleak, casting an isolating shadow over its inhabitants. Life was hard—poverty and illness gripped the community—and when things went wrong, the people sought someone to blame. That blame often fell on the Demdikes and the Chattoxes, two impoverished families led by women. Whispers spread that they practiced sorcery. In a place where fear reigned, such accusations were a death sentence.

The story spiraled into chaos one fateful day when Alizon Device, a teenager from the Demdike family, encountered a peddler named John Law. Alizon asked him to sell her some pins, but when he refused, something horrifying happened. Law collapsed. His body froze, paralyzed, his voice stolen as he lay helpless on the ground. Today, doctors might suspect a stroke. But in 1612, the terrified townspeople pointed at Alizon—and her dog. They believed she’d cursed him, casting a spell with the help of her “talking” animal companion. Suddenly, the whispers about the Demdikes turned into full-blown accusations. Alizon, her family, and even members of the rival Chattox clan were dragged into the fray. They were accused of everything from paralyzing Law to murdering 16 people, stealing holy bread for spells, and even bewitching animals. The townspeople were terrified. What if they were next?

By August 1612, the fear and fury reached a breaking point. Trials began, and the courtroom became a theater of nightmares. Witnesses took the stand with chilling tales of spellcasting, talking animals, and dark rituals. Thomas Potts, a court clerk, later documented the events in his work The Wonderfull Discoverie of Witches in the Countie of Lancaster. The details are horrifying. Alizon and her family were accused of things no one could prove—but in an era when fear ruled, proof wasn’t needed.
Twelve people stood accused. Ten were convicted and hanged. One died in the squalor of prison. Only one escaped the gallows, found innocent in the end.

The town believed they had cleansed their community of evil. But instead of relief, Pendle was left with a haunting void. The moors seemed darker. The wind carried whispers of what had happened—and of what might happen again. To this day, the story of the Pendle witches lingers like a shadow over history. Many modern scholars see the trials as a tragic result of social and political upheaval, a desperate attempt to assert control in chaotic times. But the human cost was devastating. Innocent people—mostly women—were destroyed by fear, ignorance, and prejudice. Their names echo through history, a reminder of how quickly fear can turn deadly. Even now, visitors to Pendle report an unsettling atmosphere. The moors, silent and sprawling, seem to hold onto the energy of what happened centuries ago. Some say they can feel it—the weight of history, the sadness, the terror.

So what do you think? Were these people victims of fear and superstition, or was something darker at play? Did the accused witches truly wield powers beyond understanding, or were they scapegoats in a time of turmoil? I’d love to hear your thoughts—drop your ideas in the comments below. And if this tale sent chills down your spine or left you wanting to unravel more haunting mysteries, consider showing your support in whatever way feels right to you. Your encouragement helps keep these stories alive, casting light on the darkness of history.

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The day I was attacked by 5 teens at Subway at 5225 Highway 85

Hey friends,

Today, I’m peeling back the curtain to share a story I haven’t spoken about before. It’s raw, it’s real and honestly, it’s something that has shifted how I approach safety and vigilance in my everyday life. A few Tuesdays ago, what started as a simple lunch stop turned into a whirlwind of chaos that left me physically hurt, mentally shaken and utterly resolved to take steps to ensure nothing like this happens again.

I wasn’t feeling well that morning and decided to call out from work. After a trip to the doctor, Terry wanted to grab lunch at Subway, located at 5225 Highway 85, Atlanta, GA. I tagged along inside, figuring it’d be a quick stop.

Little did we know, trouble was brewing. While we were inside, five African American boys entered the Subway. The lone employee—a young pregnant woman—immediately recognized them and told them to leave, reminding them that they’d been banned weeks ago for stealing money from her tip jar. Only one of the boys was allowed inside, but things didn’t end there.

When the employee asked their ages, the response was shocking. One boy claimed he was 13 and another 15, casually adding that they didn’t feel like going to school that day because they were there the day before. I couldn’t help but feel bad for the employee, who tried to reason with them, warning the lingering boy to steer clear of bad influences.

As Terry and I headed to our car, I could sense something was off. The boys were still outside, yelling and scheming. My instincts kicked in—I dialed 911, anticipating trouble. That’s when they rushed toward me, the old chubby white guy they thought they could bully and gang up on. The boys surrounded me, shouting taunts, screaming I was racist in spite of knowing nothing of me, daring me to swing at them. It was a surreal moment—the kind where time feels frozen. Terry shouted at me to get in the car, but I held my ground, refusing to become the aggressor, mostly because of their age and I didn't want to be the one that gets charged with assaulting a minor. Then it escalated. One boy slammed the car door on me—first against my leg, then grabbed my shoulders trying to slam me against the door from the inside. Another kicked Terry’s car door, breaking the handle and denting it. Amid the chaos, they realized I’d called 911 and tried to snatch my phone away. And here's where things get crystal clear: we’re in an open-carry state. While I wasn’t armed at the time, you better believe that going forward, I’ll open carry at times when I know I'm in a place or around people I know are dangerous. Holding a weapons carry permit is handy for concealed carry, which I do everywhere but work where it's not allowed. Even if I didn't have my permit—permit or no permit I would still carry.
This experience has been a wake-up call. From now on, my Ray-Ban smart glasses will be charged and ready to record photos or videos of anything remotely suspicious. Having an additional layer of protection and evidence brings me peace of mind.

The Lighthouse Garden Apartments where the boys ran to.

The Subway employee valiantly ran out to intervene, forcing the boys to scatter to a nearby apartment complex. Police eventually arrived, took our statements and promised(???) to patrol the area, looking for the boys from the security footage captured by the Chervon station and Subway—a promise that feels more like a brush-off. Adding to the frustration, our car insurance called me first and stated that if claimed they would refuse to cover any medical expenses I may have incurred since the car wasn’t moving. Also, the fact that our deductible is higher than the cost of repairs, this is completely on us since the police haven't been any help even though I gave them a pretty good idea of where the boys live, Lighthouse Garden Apartments, as well as the idea of cross-referencing attendance records of any teenagers in the local school that match the descriptions we gave and appeared in the security video in the parking lot. They kids have already made it clear their banning from not only the Subway but the entire property owned by the adjoined Chevron gas station over 2 months ago, will not stop them from being a problem. Also, the "Manager" of the Subway is never in when I call to speak to her, they didn't fill out an incident report and the law offices I called to ask advice on any recourse stated that the State of Georgia is about to have a bill signed by the republican governor, Kemp, making it almost impossible to sue a business whose security failed to keep their guests safe, meaning there will be little liability if you are injured or killed on their property.

Oh, and because life enjoys piling on, our brand new fridge’s ice maker broke down, the part that needs replacing was on backorder from Frigidaire and when it finally came in and the repairman was scheduled, he failed to show up—Frigidaire is sending another sometime soon, just another hiccup in a week of chaos.

Life isn’t always smooth sailing and sharing our struggles helps us find strength. Have you ever had an experience that shook your worldview? How did you bounce back? I’d love to hear your thoughts or stories in the comments below—it’s moments like these where connection means everything. And if you're interested in showing support, whether through a thoughtful comment, sharing this post or even a token of appreciation *help with the cost of the door repair* know that it’s deeply appreciated. Every ounce of support makes a difference.

Thank you for letting me share this journey with you.
Until next time

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Saturday GLOWcase: A Dark Week, A Personal Update & Recap of Previous Articles

Hello GLOW enthusiasts and friends!

This past week has been a whirlwind! Life threw me curveballs at work, at home and everywhere in between. As much as I strive to stick to my daily posting schedule, there are times when life takes precedence—and this week was one of those times. But you know what? It’s all part of the journey and I believe in sharing it all, the highs and lows, with you, my amazing readers.

Unfortunately, this means this week’s "Saturday GLOWcase" has to take a rain check. Don’t worry, though—I’ve cooked up something truly special for next week that will make the wait absolutely worth it!

For those of you who might be new here or just want to revisit some of our GLOW-tastic content, let me introduce you to my daily themes and recap some past highlights. Grab a cup of your favorite drink and let’s dive in!

Daily Themes Overview:

• Sunday Shoot the Breeze: Heartfelt life stories and personal reflections to kickstart the week.
• Monday Mysteries: Intriguing tales of the unexplained or enigmatic.
• Tuesday Tunes: Reviews, stories and tributes to the music that I love and hopefully you appreciate.
• Wednesday Show 'n Tell: Recipes, product reviews or exciting finds—my little corner to share things I love.
• Thursday Bookish Adventures: Book-related discussions thanks to my love of reading which goes hand in hand to my job as a Book Operations Supervisor at Atlanta Airport!
• Friday Date Night Fun: Ideas and reflections on activities perfect for a date night, from movies to musicals and everything in between.
• Saturday GLOWcase: My ode to the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling—the wrestlers, creators, crew, and fans who made it iconic.

To keep the GLOW spirit alive, here’s a complete list of the "Saturday GLOWcase" posts we’ve published so far. Whether you want to relive these shining moments or catch up if you’ve missed any, all the links are here for you:

1. Tulsa, Jodi Haselbarth: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/10/saturday-wrestling-spotlight-tulsas.html
2. Evangelina, Christy Smith: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/10/saturday-spotlight-evangelina-from.html
3. Matilda the Hun, Deanna Booher: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/11/remembering-matilda-unforgettable-glow.html
4. Little Feather: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/11/saturday-spotlight-glowing-journey-of.html
5. Cheyenne Cher, Dee Walker: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/11/cheyenne-cher-empowering-indian.html
6. Melody Trouble Vixen, MTV, Eileen O'Hara: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/11/glowing-spotlight-melody-trouble-vixen.html
7. Tina Ferrari, Lisa Moretti: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/11/glow-ing-saturday-spotlight.html
8. Tiffany Mellon, Sandra Margot: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/12/saturday-glowcase-unforgettable-tiffany.html
9. GLOW Fan, Les Muir: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/12/saturday-glowcase-les-muir-dedicated.html
10. Daisy, Helena Cameron: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/12/saturday-glowcase-helena-cameron-aka.html
11. GLOW Fan, James Paul Maher: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/12/saturday-glowcase-james-paul-maher.html
12. Hollywood, Jeanne Basone: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/10/saturday-morning-wrestling-glow.html
13. GLOW Fan, Rick Howard Jr.: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/01/saturday-glowcase-rick-howard-jrs.html
14. Angel, Andrea Laird Micheil: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/01/saturday-glowcase-celebrating-angel.html
15. GLOW Fan, Richard Hughes: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/01/saturday-glowcase-glow-fan-richard.html
16. Matt Cimber, the director of GLOW: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/02/saturday-glowcase-story-of-glows.html
17. GLOW Fan, Michael Karr: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/02/saturday-glowcase-michael-karrs-glow.html
18. Godiva, Dawn Maestas: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/02/saturday-glowcase-godivas-glittering.html
19. GLOW Fan, Jennifer Chiola: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/02/saturday-glowcase-tribute-from-loyal.html
20. Jungle Woman, Annette Marroquin: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/03/glowcase-annette-marroquin-as-jungle.html
21. GLOW Fan & fellow GLOW Historian, Mike Rand: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/03/saturday-glowcase-celebrating-glow.html
22. Dementia #1/Sugar, Michelle Duze: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/03/the-many-faces-of-dementia-tribute-to.html
23. GLOW Fan, Vanessa Bello: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/03/saturday-glowcase-glow-of-friendship.html
24. Steve Blance, GLOW's writer and referee: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/03/saturday-glowcase-behind-ropes-steve.html

Bonus GLOW Posts:

My review of Hollywood, Jeanne Basone's book Hooray for Hollywood: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/12/hooray-for-hollywood-true-story-of.html

My book review of Glamazon: My Life of Glitter, Guts, and Glory by Matilda the Hun Deanna Booher: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2015/02/my-thoughts-of-glamazon-queen-kong-my.html

Each post shines a light on the incredible stories of GLOW’s cast and crew, as well as devoted fans who keep this legacy alive. Bookmark these links or dive into them as time permits—you won’t regret it!

I can’t tell you how much your continued support, comments and engagement mean to me. You are the heart and soul of what makes this blog special to me. If you’ve been inspired, entertained or informed by my posts, I’d love to hear from you! Your feedback fuels my passion and keeps me going strong.
Speaking of support, if you’d like to contribute to help this blog continue to thrive and grow, your kindness would mean the world. (Even a small token of appreciation goes a long way.) But above all, your presence here is already a gift in itself.

Stay tuned for next week’s "Saturday GLOWcase"—it’s going to be worth the wait, I promise! Until then, keep glowing brightly and making every day a showstopper.

With GLOWing gratitude,

~Adrian

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Carnival Chronicles: Step Right Up: The Colorful History and Legacy of Conklin Shows

There’s something undeniably magical about a carnival. The lights, the music, the scent of funnel cakes in the air—it’s a world that’s equal parts nostalgia and excitement. For me, carnivals hold a special place in my heart, sparking childhood memories of wandering through midways, clutching a cotton candy stick in one hand and a ride ticket in the other. And at the center of some of my many memories stands a giant in the carnival world: Conklin Shows.

My story with Conklin Shows begins back when my family made the move from Mobile, Alabama, to Pace, Florida. Our closest fair was the Pensacola Interstate Fair, where the rides came courtesy of Gooding’s Million Dollar Midways. But back in Mobile, Conklin Shows had taken over the Greater Gulf State Fair after the collapse of Century 21 Shows. My sister and I were convinced Mobile’s fair had the better lineup (because sisters always know best, right?). Little did we know, both fairs featured iconic rides that defined the carnival scene in their own ways.

Over time, as I started to dig deeper into the carnival world, I realized Conklin Shows wasn’t just any carnival company—it was the carnival company. And their story? It’s nothing short of amazing.
The tale of Conklin Shows starts in 1924 with two brothers from Brooklyn, New York: James Wesley "Patty" Conklin and Frank Conklin. Patty was the kind of guy who could turn a bag of peanuts into a carnival empire—literally. By the age of 14, he was selling peanuts to make ends meet. But Patty had bigger dreams. When he entered the carnival business, he made a promise to himself: he was going to clean up the industry’s shady reputation. With his slogan, “Give the sucker a break,” Patty earned a reputation for fairness and honesty that was almost unheard of at the time.

The early days weren’t without their quirks. In 1920, Patty teamed up with Speed Garrett, hitting the road to small prairie towns across western Canada. Their main attraction? A giant sturgeon. Sure, it sounds impressive—until the sturgeon started to smell so bad it scared off customers. But setbacks like these didn’t stop Patty. By the time the Conklin brothers secured the midway contract for the Canadian National Exhibition (CNE) in Toronto in 1937, they had turned their modest operation into a real contender.

The CNE was a game-changer. It’s one of the largest fairs in the world, and landing its midway contract solidified Conklin Shows as a leader in the industry. By 1941, they operated at 98% of Canada’s major fairs. Their success was built on innovation and efficiency: Conklin Shows ran a 45-car train decked out in bright orange, carrying 15 feature attractions, 21 rides and over 700 performers and crew. Patty himself traveled in a custom-built five-room railcar that was basically a mansion on wheels. Talk about traveling in style!

Patty Conklin wasn’t just a businessman—he was a visionary. He was one of the first to introduce Kiddieland, an area designed just for kids and he wasn’t afraid to invest in unique, permanent attractions. For example, at the CNE fairgrounds, Conklin Shows built rides like the Mighty Flyer, a wooden roller coaster that thrilled visitors from 1953 to the early 1990s.

When Patty passed away in 1970, his son Jim Conklin took over and continued to grow the company. Jim didn’t just step into his dad’s shoes—he built on his legacy. By the 1980s and 1990s, Conklin Shows had become North America’s largest amusement company, known for its lineup of extraordinary rides. One highlight was the Doppel Looping, North America’s only traveling double-loop roller coaster, imported from Germany. This massive coaster needed 28 trailers to transport and was a showstopper at fairs like the Calgary Stampede.

But like any good carnival story, Conklin’s tale isn’t without its ups and downs. By the late 1990s, the entire industry was feeling financial strain. Conklin Shows began selling off iconic rides like the Skywheel, Zipper and the Spider to cut costs. They had also begun to phase out independent rides and other operators what would book in their own rides alongside Conklin. By 2004, the company was sold for $100 million and merged into North American Midway Entertainment (N.A.M.E.), which today supplies rides to over 145 fairs, including the CNE and the Dade County Youth Fair in Miami.

Conklin’s legacy didn’t end there, though. Spin-off companies like World’s Finest Shows and Conklin Supershows carry the torch today. World’s Finest Shows, based in Ontario, is still a huge presence, serving over 60 fairs each year and continuing the tradition of safety and quality that made the Conklin name famous.

Looking back, I can’t help but smile at the memories of actually knowing that I had experienced Conklin Shows at one of the highest points in their existance—and I was just one of the millions of people who shared in the experience. Whether it was the thrill of the Polar Express, the smell of fresh popcorn or the glow of florescent and turbo lights of the the midway, Conklin made the carnival experience unforgettable.

What about you? Do you have memories of Conklin Shows or another favorite carnival? Maybe it was your first time riding the Ferris wheel or winning a stuffed animal at a game booth. I’d love to hear your stories, so drop a comment below. Let’s keep the spirit of the midway alive, one memory at a time.
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Ray Bradbury’s Beloved Typewriter: A Journey Through Creativity and Inspiration

Let’s dive into a truly fascinating story that takes us behind the scenes of one of the most celebrated literary minds of our time, Ray Bradbury. Today, we’re not just talking about his work—we’re uncovering the tools that brought his stories to life. Welcome to a cozy little corner I like to call “Typewriter Story Time,” where the unsung heroes behind your favorite books get the spotlight they deserve. So, grab your favorite drink, and let’s get inspired!

Ray Bradbury's 1947 Royal KMM wasn’t just any typewriter; it was a window into his boundless imagination. Bradbury famously said, “You must never think at the typewriter—you must feel,” and he truly lived by those words. Above this very machine, he had a sign that boldly read, “Don’t Think!” It served as a daily reminder to let his creativity flow without letting his intellect interfere.

He spent decades crafting over 27 novels and story collections, more than 600 short stories, and even plays and screenplays. The man was a creative force of nature! This typewriter, now part of Steve Soboroff’s collection, might’ve played its part in creating the dark and whimsical Something Wicked This Way Comes. Can you imagine what tales this vintage beauty must’ve seen?

What’s certain is that Bradbury had a lifelong love affair with typewriters. His journey began at the age of 12 when he got his very first machine, setting him on a path to a literary legacy. A fun tidbit? He wrote Fahrenheit 451 on a rental typewriter in UCLA’s Powell Library basement. With kids interrupting him at home and no budget for an office, he paid 10 cents for every half hour of use. The grand total? Just $9.80 for one of the most iconic works of American literature. Talk about a return on investment!

But that’s not all. Bradbury’s love for libraries was just as intense as his relationship with typewriters. He often credited libraries with shaping him as a writer. In his words, "The secret of writing was to go and live in the library two or four days a week for ten years." Books, ink, and the hum of typewriters—these were his tools of the trade.

Here’s another cool fact: this very Royal KMM starred in a documentary film shoot about Bradbury’s life. He even offered it up to recreate scenes from his earlier years. Today, it proudly resides in Soboroff’s collection, waiting to wow visitors in the Tools of the Trade exhibit. If you ever wondered what fueled Bradbury’s magic, well, here’s your chance to see it up close and personal.

Until the exhibit opens, I challenge you to keep Bradbury’s words in mind: “Live in the library! Live in the library, for Christ’s sake. Don’t live on your goddamn computer and the internet and all that crap. Go to the library.” Why not pick up one of his books on your next library visit? After all, there’s no better way to connect with a writer than through the pages they’ve left behind.

Thanks for joining me on this journey into the creative world of Ray Bradbury! I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Are you a typewriter aficionado, a library lover, or maybe just someone who’s been inspired by Bradbury’s work? Share your story!

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From Discount Hoagie Rolls to Family Tradition: A Sandwich Story

It’s funny how some of the best family traditions start in the most unexpected ways. For my family, it all began one evening in the late 1980s, during the hustle and bustle of life with two working parents and a child (me) too young to trust near a stove. That evening, my mom’s creativity turned a humble package of discounted hoagie rolls into a weekly ritual that still makes me smile today.

Back then, my parents had just started working long hours at Hackbarth Delivery Service. My sister was juggling school and her job at KFC and my mom barely had time to breathe, let alone plan elaborate dinners. She was the queen of one-pot wonders—spaghetti, chili, anything quick and easy. But even those go-to meals can feel like too much after a long day of driving around Pensacola, Mobile, Milton and everywhere else within the vacinity.

One evening, after picking me up from the babysitter, the Jerrells who lived within a quick bike ride from our house, my mom decided we’d swing by Piggly Wiggly to grab something simple for dinner. We weren’t the kind of family to splurge on Stouffer's or TV dinners and pot pies were strictly for lunch when we were sick. As we passed a shopping cart near the bakery, my mom’s eyes landed on a package of hoagie rolls bearing that magical “reduced for quick sale” sticker. And just like that, dinner—and a new tradition—was born.

With the hoagie rolls in our cart, we headed down the aisles in search of inspiration. First stop: chips and soda. My mom grabbed a 3-liter bottle of Piggly Wiggly Grape Soda and a bag of Piggly Wiggly Barbecue Potato Chips. Fancy? Not really—but let me tell you, store-brand snacks hit differently when you’re a kid. I loved them then, and honestly, I still do.

Next, we hit the sandwich meat section. Instead of buying one big pack of bologna or ham, my mom decided to make dinner feel special. She took advantage of an 8-for-$1 deal on Piggly Wiggly’s version of Buddig meats. Turkey, chicken, ham, beef—you name it, we had it. She also bought some bologna and salami with peppercorns because she and I both loved it.

Finally, we needed cheese. My limited knowledge of cheese extended to government cheese, pizza cheese and the individually wrapped singles that were a staple in our fridge. But that night, my mom branched out, snagging sliced mozzarella, Swiss and mild cheddar from a 3-for-$2 sale. Before heading to checkout, we backtracked to the produce section for a head of iceberg lettuce. Total cost? Around $11—a small price for what would become several meals and countless memories.

When we got home, my mom sprang into action. She sliced a fresh tomato from her modest backyard garden—a garden she’d discovered didn’t need watering, thanks to an unexpected quirk of the property. Apparently, our landlord had rerouted the washing machine runoff to the far end of the yard instead of the septic tank, a convenient (if unconventional) surprise for my mom when she planted her garden after we moved in. I can’t vouch for how safe the detergents were for us, but we never gave it much thought. My parents both made it into their 60s, and my sister and I are still thriving, so I’d say it worked out fine. Anyway, with the tomatoes sliced, the lettuce washed and everything laid out on the counter in perfect assembly-line fashion, my mom hit us with the big twist: we had to make our own sandwiches.

Let me tell you, the concept of a DIY sandwich bar for dinner was revolutionary to me. Subway was not in our area, yet and I'd never been to a place that specialized in sandwiches, in fact, I’d never had a sandwich on anything but plain white bread for lunch, let alone for dinner. I grabbed an old melmac plate and started stacking—lettuce, two slices of each cheese, a little of every meat, and a dollop of ketchup (much to my dad’s horror). His exact words were, “Ketchup just ruined that sandwich.” But hey, I liked it, and that’s what mattered.

This quick, thrown-together meal made such a splash that it became a weekly event. Those almost-stale hoagie rolls had officially entered family legend. Looking back, it wasn’t just about the sandwiches—it was about the time spent together, the old scratched up mismatched melamine plates and ridiculous sandwich combinations. My mom’s ability to turn something as simple as discounted hoagie rolls into a family tradition still amazes me.

This is a tradition that I wish I had carried over into adulthood but it seems that Terry and I are all about hot meals at night, though on occasion, if we order dinner from Anthony's Pizza and Pasta near our house, I'll order one of their subs as my entree for the sake of nostalgia.

Do you have a family meal that started as a spur-of-the-moment creation? Or a tradition born from necessity that ended up being the highlight of your week? Share your stories in the comments—I’d love to hear them!And hey, if this tale brought back memories or even made you smile, feel free to pass it along or drop a little something to keep these stories alive. Every hoagie roll counts. 😉

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A Purr-fectly Delightful Return to the Jellicle Ball! CATS: 1985 Australian Cast Recording

Ever since I first saw the Broadway production of CATS with my friend Tom back in 1992, I've been hooked. The sheer spectacle of the show, the elaborate costumes, dynamic choreography, and unforgettable music left a lasting impression on me. Over the years, I’ve collected various recordings, but none have quite captured the magic I remember from that night at the Winter Garden Theatre.

In 1996, while shopping at Footlight Records in New York, I stumbled upon the Australian cast recording of CATS. Until then, I hadn't known it even existed. This recording is, simply put, superb. Unlike the original Broadway and London cast recordings, which feel more like concept albums, this version brings me back to that 1992 performance. Despite being recorded 40 years ago, it offers a fresh yet nostalgic take on the beloved score. The sound quality is top-notch, crisp, and clear, allowing every little nuance of the performances to shine through. And let's talk about the inclusion of "The Pekes and the Pollicles" and the operatic section of "Growltiger's Last Stand"—these numbers are often omitted from other recordings, so it's a real treat for any CATS fan.

I adore both Betty Buckley and Elaine Paige as Grizabella on the Broadway and London recordings, and Debbie Byrne's interpretation adds a new dimension to their already iconic versions. The cast is outstanding, from Debbie Byrne's emotionally resonant Grizabella to Grant Smith's triple threat as Bustopher Jones, Gus, and Growltiger. Each performer brings their feline character to life with distinct personality and vocal prowess. Debbie’s take reminds me a bit of the long-time Broadway Grizabella, Laurie Beechman. Oh, and Marina Prior, who played the original Christine in the Australian premiere of The Phantom of the Opera, lends her incredible vocals to this cast as well. Some may find certain interpretations, like Mungojerrie's "vaudeville" style, a bit unconventional, but I found these choices refreshing and engaging. The orchestrations are lively and dynamic, capturing the playful and mischievous spirit of the Jellicle cats.

Let's not forget other notable cast members who went on to shine in the world of musical theatre. Anita Louise Combe later starred as Cosette in the original Australian production of Les Miserables, Betty Schaefer in both the London and Toronto productions of Sunset Blvd can be heard as Sillabub on this recording, David Atkins, who played Mistoffelees, later became a renowned choreographer and director, known for his work on the Sydney 2000 Olympic Games opening and closing ceremonies. Jeff Phillips, who portrayed Rum Tum Tugger, continued to have a successful career in Australian television and theatre. Pat Piney, who played Jennyanydots, also had a distinguished career in musical theatre, performing in various productions across Australia.

This recording isn't just a nostalgic trip; it's a fantastic preservation of the evolution of CATS. It's a must-have for any fan of the musical, whether you're a seasoned theatre-goer like me or a newcomer eager to experience the magic for the first time. It’s a treasure I’ll cherish for years to come, and I highly recommend adding this gem to your collection.

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The Lost Colony of Roanoke: A Vanishing Without Answers

Some stories aren’t meant to make you feel safe. They’re meant to unsettle you, to linger in your thoughts long after the lights go out. This is one of those stories—the enigma of the Lost Colony of Roanoke. It’s a tale of desperation and hope turned to despair, of unexplained disappearances, cryptic messages, and questions that echo across centuries. What happened to the 100 souls who vanished from Roanoke Island in the late 16th century? No answers. Only clues, whispers, and shadows. Join me as we step back in time to uncover one of the most terrifying unsolved mysteries in human history. But be warned—what you’ll find here may leave you with more questions than peace of mind.

In 1587, over 100 men, women, and children arrived on the shores of Roanoke Island. They were settlers, led by John White, determined to carve out a home in the unrelenting wilderness of the New World. Backed by the might of England and the favor of Queen Elizabeth I, their mission was as crucial as it was dangerous: to establish a foothold in North America before Spain expanded its grip further. But danger came swiftly. The colonists landed too late in the season to plant crops, and survival seemed impossible without aid. White was forced to sail back to England to gather supplies, leaving behind his daughter, his newborn granddaughter, and the rest of the colony.

Three years passed. Three years of war, storms, and delay. Three years of silence from the colony White had left behind. When John White finally returned to Roanoke in 1590, he found only emptiness. The village was abandoned, eerily devoid of life or possessions. Not a single settler remained. No bodies, no signs of struggle—only an eerie quiet that seemed to swallow every question he screamed into the wind.
But there were two clues. One, the letters “CRO” carved ominously into a tree trunk. The other, the word “CROATOAN” etched into a wooden post near the settlement’s boundary. White believed these cryptic carvings pointed to the nearby Croatoan Island, where the Croatoan people lived. But violent storms prevented him from searching further, and he returned to England, never knowing the fate of his daughter, his granddaughter, or the souls of Roanoke.

Centuries passed, and the mystery of Roanoke only deepened. In the late 1990s, archaeologists thought they were close to uncovering the truth. On Hatteras Island—formerly Croatoan Island—they unearthed artifacts of English origin: coins, pipes, and even a gold ring. For a moment, it seemed the mystery might finally be solved. But the ring was not the breakthrough it appeared to be. Its design—a lion crest linked to the Kendall family—revealed its owner couldn’t have been one of the lost Roanoke colonists. A dead end.

In 2012, a new and chilling clue emerged. Researchers at the British Museum examined La Virginea Pars, John White’s meticulously drawn map of the New World. Beneath a patch of paper, they discovered a hidden mark: a red and blue diamond, a symbol often used by the English to denote a fort. The mark was located at the confluence of the Chowan and Roanoke rivers, miles away from the original settlement. Why was the fort marked—and then deliberately hidden? Who covered it up, and what were they trying to conceal? Was this the final refuge of the lost colonists, or was it something far darker?

In recent years, science has joined the centuries-long hunt for the truth. DNA testing may hold the key to finally unraveling the mystery of Roanoke. Roberta Estes, a geneticist, has been collecting DNA samples from people whose ancestors lived in the Roanoke area during the 16th century. She searches for genetic links between the colonists and the Native American Croatoan people, hoping to find evidence that the settlers integrated with the tribe. But what if they didn’t? What if the lost colonists met a fate too sinister for history to record—a fate erased, perhaps, by something we’re not meant to understand?

The Lost Colony of Roanoke is more than a historical puzzle; it’s a haunting void in time, a scar in the fabric of history. What happened to those men, women, and children who vanished so completely, leaving behind only whispers in the trees and cryptic carvings in the wood? The truth remains hidden, tantalizingly out of reach. Did the colonists find refuge with the Croatoan people, or were they consumed by something far more unthinkable? To this day, the shadows of Roanoke Island seem to shroud the answers, leaving us to speculate, fear, and wonder.

The mystery of Roanoke is not just a tale of the past—it’s a story that lingers in the present, its unanswered questions as chilling now as they were in 1590. What do you believe happened to the Lost Colony? Could their fate be as simple as survival—or as terrifying as something far more sinister? Share your thoughts in the comments—I’m listening. And if this story left a mark on your imagination, consider supporting more explorations into history’s greatest mysteries. Every little bit helps keep the search for truth alive.

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Closet Phobias and Roller Disco Dreams: A Childhood Experience Remembered

Growing up, my world was full of tiny curiosities, unexplained fears and the occasional pinch of childhood magic. Our little yellow house in Mobile held many of those memories—some delightful, others downright chilling. And at the heart of it all was my closet, sitting ominously across from the foot of my bed, a source of both wonder and terror.

As a kid, I had two recurring dreams about that closet—dreams that came with the predictability of sunrise, yet couldn’t have been more different from one another. The first dream was pure joy: I’d open the closet door to reveal an incredible roller disco paradise. It was everything a kid could dream of, complete with ramps, flashing lights, and music that begged you to skate forever. It felt alive, magical, and surreal in the best way. Thinking back, it feels like a premonition to my Starlight Express experience.

But then there was the second dream. This one wasn’t a dream at all—it was a nightmare. I’d sit up in bed, cautiously open the closet door, hoping for the lively roller disco, only to be greeted by an endless black void. A dark, gaping cavern that pulled me in with an irresistible force, leaving me nothing to grab onto. I’d fall endlessly until either the sun’s rays woke me or Mama pulled me back to reality with her morning cough and raspy morning voice, telling me it was time for school.

Needless to say, I hated that nightmare. It scared me so much that I begged my mom to move my bed to the other side of the room, just so I wouldn’t have to face the closet at night. At that age, my phobia trifecta included three things: the closet (naturally), the aliens I swore had abducted me once in our house near Cody Road in Mobile, and, oddly enough, the vacuum cleaner.

When we moved from the yellow house on Easter Lane to a little blue house just a few doors down, the closet no longer felt threatening. It had a slatted, hinged door that didn’t seem to harbor mysteries. But when we eventually moved to Florida after the second grade, my old fears came roaring back.

The closet in our Pace Lane house was eerily similar to the one on Easter Lane—same placement across from the bed, same ominous vibes. Except this one came with an added twist: the doorknob on the inside didn’t work. If someone closed you in, you were stuck until they decided to let you out. My parents never fixed it, and my sister, ever the mischievous sibling, loved to exploit it. Sometimes she’d lock me in for a few agonizing seconds, and other times she’d just casually mention it, knowing the thought alone was enough to send chills down my spine.

Over the years, my fears evolved. I eventually outgrew my terror of the vacuum cleaner. The aliens didn’t seem quite so scary anymore, though I suspect that’s because I’ve since encountered much more terrifying beings: politicians, serial killers, and certain religious figures who’ve shown me what real horror looks like.

But closets? Small, dark spaces? They’ve never stopped unsettling me. I’ve learned to manage the fear—it’s no longer debilitating—but there’s still a flicker of unease whenever I encounter a tight, shadowy corner.

It’s funny how childhood fears stick with us, sometimes in unexpected ways. That little closet in Mobile shaped a lot of my early imagination—both the good and the not-so-good. And while I’m no longer that kid peeking through the door hoping for a roller disco, I still catch myself wondering what’s hidden behind life’s dark spaces.

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Saturday GLOWcase: Behind the Ropes: Steve Blance and the Magic of GLOW

Let’s hop in a time machine and take another nostalgic trip back to the dazzling world of 1980s television. If you’re a fan of wrestling, Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW) or just love everything retro, then buckle up, because this story is about to transport you straight into the glittering, larger-than-life spectacle that is GLOW. It’s more than just wrestling—it’s drama, comedy and raw creativity rolled into one unforgettable package. But while the wrestlers may have stolen the spotlight, the creative mind behind the scenes—Steve Blance—helped make it all happen.

Steve with Hollywood & Missy Hyatt

When we think about our favorite shows, we’re often so mesmerized by the action and drama on screen that we forget about the magic happening behind the scenes. Writers like Steve Blance are the unsung heroes of these productions. They don’t just write scripts—they create entire worlds. And boy, did Steve bring his A-game to GLOW!

Steve joined GLOW after the pilot had wrapped and hit the ground running as a comedy writer. But calling him “just a funny guy” wouldn’t do him justice. This man had already built an impressive resume—writing for New York radio, penning catchy commercial jingles, performing stand-up comedy, doing voice-overs and making appearances on cable TV. In other words, Steve had done it all. His versatility and sharp wit made him a perfect match for GLOW’s bold fusion of humor, drama and wrestling.

For Steve, wrestling wasn’t just a gig; it was a passion. His genuine love for the sport, paired with his comedic brilliance, earned him the role of head writer. But he didn’t stop there—when the show’s first referee, Frank D’Amato, stepped down, Steve laced up his boots and jumped into the role himself. The man didn’t just write the story; he lived it. Oh, and if that’s not enough, he also ventured into acting, scoring parts in indie films. One particularly quirky highlight? A cameo in a Woody Allen film where he was tailing Leonardo DiCaprio. Unfortunately, the scene didn’t make the final cut, but it’s still a fun tidbit to add to his eclectic career.

Steve with my fellow GLOW Historian, Mike Rand

Steve’s time with GLOW wasn’t just about wrestling—it was about capturing the spirit of the ’80s. Take Palestina, for example—her character drew directly from the geopolitical conflicts dominating the news at the time. Then there was Ninotchka, whose gradual softening toward capitalism mirrored the shifting tides of the Cold War. Steve didn’t stop there; he tapped into the horror movie craze of the decade to bring Dementia to life, while ‘80s pop-culture icon Max Headroom sparked the creation of Miles Headlock. What made Steve’s creative process so special was his ability to take these big, cultural themes and translate them into something fun, engaging, and relatable for GLOW’s audience.
Steve also had a unique way of creating characters. Some were carefully crafted from the start, while others grew organically, sparked by a performer’s personality or special talents. MTV, for instance, came to life thanks to Steve’s ability to weave together elements of rock ‘n’ roll and wrestling culture. She wasn’t just a character—she was a vibe. This knack for blending pop culture into wrestling helped GLOW resonate with fans of all ages, from kids mesmerized by the colorful characters to adults captivated by the clever storylines.

Steve with Jailbait and Big Bad Mama

Now, let’s get personal. I had the privilege of meeting Steve back in 2018 at an event in New York. Let me tell you, he’s every bit as fan-friendly as you’d hope. After hearing me sing a few tunes (yes, I still belt out songs every now and then), Steve was kind enough to compliment my voice. Coming from someone as talented as him, that meant the world to me. And speaking of singing, Steve gave us all a treat that night with his Louis Armstrong impression of "What a Wonderful World." It was a truly unforgettable evening spent with Steve and the amazing ladies of GLOW.

Steve with Johnny C

What an incredible legacy, right? GLOW wasn’t just a show; it was an explosion of creativity that defined an era. So, what’s your favorite GLOW moment? Or maybe there’s a wrestling memory that sticks with you? Drop a comment—I’d love to hear your stories and keep this retro magic alive.
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