I soon realized that ballet wasn’t my thing and dozed off, awakening in time to see dancers waltzing about in the confetti snowflakes of a fairy tale world colored by iridescent whites and ice-blues. It was clever of the stage designer to make it appear as if the dancers were inside a snow globe, swirling and spiraling to a waltz with unexpected elegance, I couldn’t quite grasp how young Clara’s nutcracker could turn into a prince. Was it a dream? Magic? Wishful thinking?
A retired reporter and editor, Stockton resident Howard Lachtman has written Delta-centered detective stories, Stockton Civic Theatre reviews and a variety of baseball tales for Soundings. In 2006. he was honored by the Stockton Arts Commission for “24 years of superior review and commentary on the performing and literary arts in Stockton.” He was recently surprised to learn that San Francisco’s Lowell High School has ranked him among its notable twentieth century alumni for his achievements as an American literary critic. Howard’s reaction to the news: “Now maybe I can get a date to the prom.”
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WOW!! Howard, you’ve said so much about the “Holy night” and the “Eight days” without even visiting a Church or a Temple.
Mel
A fun tale for the season! Christmas is a time for many parties, events and to be near loved ones and friends. It is fun to get together for a fun occasion, but you also might get in a little bicker sometimes with someone for no reason. I like all the little vignettes and learning about the characters.
Thank you Howard for bringing such warmth and joy to the season.
You are still my favorite writer! (…and always will be)