Cap'n Baldy here!
Maybe, we'll forget about the Taj...
A bit of explanation might be in order here. Goldilocks has long pleaded to revive our
attendance at live theater events. Being the awesomely considerate husband that I am, I purchased two tickets to last night's performance of "Guards at the Taj" at the La Jolla Playhouse on the UCSD campus. The campus holds years of history for us since I sang with the La Jolla Symphony Chorus here and our son and daughter-in-law are both UCSD graduates.
Breathing in the artsy-intelligentsia atmosphere prior to show time was lovely. The coffee was good and free (since the house manager had given us a $20 gift certificate to use at the theater concessions). The ushers and attendants were relaxed and gracious. The Potiker Theater is an inviting edgy-modern venue and we were both jauntily dressed up like seasoned theater folk... oh, and our seats were first-rate ...Sweet so far...
Until...
The show ... which apparently was meant to educate us as to the necessity of immense suffering in creation of works of stupendous beauty...in this case the creation of the Taj Mahal in 17th century India... Twenty thousand workers had their hands cut off upon its completion ... the second scene was devoted to mopping up blood and disposing of severed hands ...are all y'all uplifted in spirit so far?
How can we put our assessment delicately and sensitively? We cannot. I might say the play sucked but Goldilocks has repeatedly told me I may NOT use that admittedly coarse expression! Besides, the term is not descriptive. The acting, writing and staging left us a bit dissatisfied, I regret to say. In theater as in any adventure, sometimes we win and sometimes we lose! Good theater, however, can be sublime!
Goldilocks and I sprung for a year-long membership to the San Diego Zoo which also gives us unlimited access to the San Diego Zoofari Park outside of Escondido. Previously known as the San Diego Wild Animal Park, the place has seen some serious upgrades since our last visit several years ago...

The park is an 1800-acre spread that resembles the topography of East Africa. I couldn't resist showing the yellow balloon ... should knowledge seekers wish to view the park from "on high", all they have to do is climb aboard the balloon's basket and rise to the heights. The balloon is connected to the ground by a steel cable on a winch ...
This is Conrad. During our visit, he was making loud noises that were somewhere between a moan and a roar...maybe he was just horny ... it all remains a mystery...
This is Teddy, father of a cute 5-month old cub named Suka ... he made the same sounds as Conrad ...
A new-born giraffe weighs 300 pounds and stands 6 feet tall!
This is the oldest African rhino in existence ... 46 years old. There are many good animal views on the 30-minute tram ride around the park...each of these animals is cherished ... yes, the park is a commercial venture, but the protection of endangered species is a profession and passion here ...
Panoramic park view from the tram ...
We will be back here in a few weeks...the word is out that Mama Tiger will be bringing her new 3-cub litter out to play! We will definitely be here to watch!
In closing, I could not resist inserting a bit of our personal history. Of course, we'd all have to go back 50 years, come April 16th, for the event shown below ...
Until our next journey, beloveds ... stay connected and stay well!
Affectionately,
Baldy













