Been a while since my last post, but sometimes the fingers just want to get away from the keys for a while.
I just spoke to Nancy Henson of Houston, Texas, who knew my father as a fellow member of the Maracaibo Players, an English-speaking acting troupe in Venezuela in the 1970s. It was a loose gathering of people from all over, who worked in the oil industry or other vocations in Maracaibo. They did Woody Allen, Neil Simon, Tennessee Williams...
Nancy had fond memories of that period and told me that my father was "a sweetheart... He was a very good man, in spite of his shortcomings." I plan to keep in contact with her and those who she is able to link me to. I had not seen my father since 1966, and he died in 2002. There are quite a few empty spaces to fill.
Nancy told me she was born and raised in Knoxville, just a stone's throw from here. She comes in to visit twice a year, so maybe we can meet face to face.