Ecole Champlain, 1970, in front of le theatre

Growing up, I was always the narrator in school plays–sitting on a high stool just behind the curtain. But at camp one summer, I was given a real part. The counselor in charge of the play ended up screaming at me to act–that’s what it took to get me to come out of my skin. I guess I’ve always played it pretty close to the vest.


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