Sorry to have to inform you of James's death. We knew you all hung around together in college, and suddenly, he's gone. Flo, Babs, Honeycat and Sid should all be at the wake. Actually, from what we've heard, you and James had a bit of a falling out when he suddenly quit business school and started the Lamb Family Theater Troupe. Well, if nothing else, you'll be able to see many friends at the jerk's wake.
Snide Aside:
By the way, the year is 1964, You've been an actor since you were thirteen and a
pretty good one at that. When James decided to start a Troupe, he only
invited his four sisters to work with him and a few rich guys,
he left you outside, refused to audition you and opened a successful first night.
Back-stabbing and two-faced, he got your friend,
Babs pregnant and left her a miserable mess.
You read avidly You thirst for new expressions, new thoughts,
progressive thought in a stagnant political atmosphere of outrageous
nationalism (Bay of Pigs!) and ridiculous attitudes as to what culture is.