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Cretan Maineiac

(April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

.Night of the Iguana: 'They Made It Rain On Stage'


“De-frocked! ” the young actress corrected the
erstwhile preacher-man, in
character, & the

Whole campus—including the
President—giggled as if on
cue. “De-FROCKED! ” she said, again & a-

gain, & we laughed, w/out a
c[l? ]ue. Then came the thunder &
That rain, wet splatter on the

wooden stage, equipped as it was w/
proper drainage by the
Techies, in Hephaestus’s name, not a slab warped.

They made it rain on
Stage—spouting forth *au naturel* from Tennessee’s
words, the preacher-man cleansing in it- & we
stood—even the President- w/out a

cue, feting the deception.

Submitted: Saturday, March 07, 2009
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