cellophane disabilities

and processing grief

There is a song that made me cry the first time I heard it. Every time since, the result is the same. I weep deeply.

It’s a funny thing though. Ask anyone who knew me and they would think NO WAY this applies to Jim. I think that’s the point.

The 1996 revival of the musical Chicago was playing on Broadway when the boat was in Manhattan during the summer of 99. Though broke, I found a way in to see pretty much every play that I could. That was summer I saw Chicago. That summer I heard this turn delivered so beautifully by John C. Reilly: