My father has never been comfortable being fussed over in any way so I’ll keep it brief and move on. The day before my father’s birthday was Francesca’s birthday, though she was born many years after he was. She has worn many hats in her life, both literally and figuratively. In addition to being an accomplished actress, she is a playwright, dancer, theatrical producer, stand-up comic, and Emmy-nominated television writer, in addition to being the author of the book shown here. It’s a country music trivia book that was published a couple years ago, and I am as proud as can be that my name is on prominent display in the Acknowledgments section. I’ve mentioned her in this journal a couple times recently, in conjunction with the play Busting Out ’06 – Toying With the Tyranny of Time, which for the record closed last night after a very successful run. I’ll close here with a rerun. It’s a poem I wrote in this journal a year ago to honor Francesca, and rather than merely link you back to that post, here it is again:
They sometimes call her Frankie,
Though it doesn’t really fit.
And she used to go by Robyn,
Which was worse, I must admit.
If you want to call her Fran,
Go ahead (but start to run).
You could call her Mrs. Tonks,
Although I’ve never heard it done.
I’m nearly out of nicknames
So this poem will have to end
With the name I’ll always call her,
And that name is simply Friend.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANCESCA!!