South Pacific is on Turner Classic Movies this morning, and I can’t help but watch it. It reminds me of Beverly, my step-dad’s mother, who passed away over the summer. She was an actress and costume designer in New Haven for most of her adult life, and I believe South Pacific was one the first productions she was involved in that she took us to. What a wonderful gift, to live in her home over the years, and be exposed to all that amazing culture. The books… the music… the art… the theatre. NPR in the background and her softly humming songs from whatever show she was working on that month, tap dancing across the kitchen floor. Those sounds are part of the soundtrack of my pre-adult life.