“For in the whirlwind of passion you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.” - Shakespeare Hamlet. Comedy would not exist without tragedy. I was not put on this earth to be a drama teacher without having to earn the woes of “outrageous fortunes”.

It’s amazing riding the Sammy Hagar wave of enlightenment.
I was wrapped up in another world for so long that my Redhead cells lie dormant. Hibernating in the same way my “I Dream of Jeanie” obsession lie sleeping until I semi-recently analyzed my bedroom décor.

It truly is funny that I didn’t experience the extreme melancholia that most REDHEADS did with not winning the Birthday Bash ticket lottery.

I don’t know whether I am considered a TRUE REDHEAD or not, never having seen Sammy at the Birthday Bash, but having visited Cabo and the Cantina several times and seeing Sammy in concert several times (upfront fanatic at one), wearing RED for years and writing him a stage and screenplay based on his music, I FEEL like a TRUE REDHEAD. Lost my t-shirt in a traveling accident.

As promised pictures from the height of my REDHEADED days. This was 1984 on a trip to Ashland Shakespeare Festival with my BFF (the ultra-conservative at the time boyfriend whom wouldn't let me hang at the Rock-N-Roll clubs in LA). We are still BFFs and I just saw him last weekend and told him next time I visit LA he MUST take me to the Whiskey or Roxy. Any ole ways, I cringe at these photos that should have been burned long ago, but that would be cheating. Once again, I thought I looked hot at the time. I had a cape! And the infamous RED jump suit.