From: IMRud@aol.com
Sent: Monday, June 04, 2001 11:17 AM
To: Clark, Wes
Subject: Re: Toy Bop


In a message dated 6/4/01 7:56:14 AM, Wes.Clark@USPTO.GOV writes:

<< Do you remember the night Mom took you and I to the Greek Theater to

see the operetta Wiener Blut (which we immediated called "weiner butt?") I

don't know what she was thinking - she must have gotten free tickets or

something. You and I were bored and very noisy, and irritated the crap out

of a poor music lover sitting in front of us. >>

Absolutely do I remember this.  We had all kinds of names for it, including 
Weener Blue or Blew.  I was going to email you about it.  Yeah, as I 
remember, the tickets came from a friend or coworker who couldn't attend.  
Forget about the guy in front of us, we made life miserable for everyone 
around us!  We also had like a tube of flicks, that once the candy was eaten, 
we used the cardboard tube to look down at the stage.  I can remember my mom 
and even maybe yours, trying out the tubes and saying, "Yes, this kind of 
helps."  Every now and then some character would step out on the stage and 
say something like, "Do you want another character?  Well, here he is."  We 
would just groan and squirm and make rude comments.  The great part of this 
was, as bad as we were, our moms were just as bad, if not worse.  They were 
quite free and loud with their comments about how stupid they thought the 
show was.  It's my memory the people around us were ready to lynch us, but we 
just couldn't accept that anyone was taking this thing seriously.  Luckily, I 
don't think we even made it to intermission, and there was a great sigh of 
relief (if not applause) from those around us when we left.  I can remember 
talking to my mom more than once about this night, and in a screwy kind of 
way, it was a fond memory.  

Jim