F Stop

When I was younger, I used to think that “dropping the F bomb” meant passing gas. Sounds reasonable, right? My naiveté can be forgiven. Except for at that final dress rehearsal for the senior production when that guy in the chorus said, “I wish we could drop the F bomb in this thing” and student director me told him that I didn’t think it would be a problem as long as no one could tell where it was coming from. Years later, I can almost forget the suspensions and the uproar and the inevitable school board investigation and just say with some pride that the crowd scenes of that amateur production of Oklahoma remain some of the most lively and unforgettable to date.

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