1. William Shakespeare.  Can a guru be dead?  The Bhagavad Gita might have overtaken it, but his canon was my first bible and I’m still awed by the scope, wisdom, and beauty of it.
2. The Tempest, specifically, for which I’m sitting in line (as you know).
3. This whole experience, the chill and the rain and me cozy in my bungee cord lawn chair, sweatshirt, and umbrella tent.
4. Andy’s Corner Deli, which delivers to the line and brought me coffee (milk and sugar; “regular” in the pre-starbuck’s New York parlance) and sesame bagel with cream cheese.
5. Dave.  Otherwise I don’t think I’d have a friend who would suggest – and actually enjoy – going to see Shakespeare in the Park.  Without him I’m be in bed right now.

Many thanks,

Me

P.S.  Prospero said, “We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is bounded with a sleep,” and paused and in that moment of stage silence, a breeze sifted through the trees.  A perfect moment.