I thought my memory of Harand Camp was unusually sharp, especially now. (I’m writing about theater geeks in my current novel — yes, I was one.) But Nancy Goldman Greenberg, who put me up on the final days of my book tour, shook loose a memory simply by uttering the words: “Melody Flop.”
Trips to this Milwaukee theater-in-the-round were a traditional part of our summers at Harand and the nickname pretty much says it all. I hadn’t thought about Melody Top for years and the moment Nancy spoke I saw, in my mind’s eye, a tall figure emerging from behind a post, where he had been writing down Eliza Doolittle’s peculiar speech.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Leonard Nimoy IS Dr. Henry Higgins. It was only logical.
Anyone else have theater memories to share? Good or bad?