on a personal note

Just when you think you're in control,
Just when you think you've got a hold,
Just when you get on a roll,
Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again
Oh, here it goes again

-- "Here It Goes Again" by OK Go

I was on my way to the Queens College's Playboy of the Western World and its post-performance interview with Stephen Rea, when I got a phone call from my son. He was upset so I pulled over onto the shoulder of the LIE to talk. He had been mugged. He was okay but shaken up, understandably so, by the experience.  I turned around, got lost for a half-hour in Flushing, and eventually returned home.  I have internalized all this as to be my fault. So I have nothing to say on Mr. Rea's interview, but plenty to say on my parenting skills. This is my second son to be mugged in 4 months. One in the Bronx. One in Brooklyn. I apparently give my children (17 and 19 yrs. old) too much independence and not enough common sense (you don't go into Brooklyn parks at 11 p.m., and you don't use the Fordham train station, use the Botanical Gardens stop instead). No Woman Parenter Prize for me this year.

More info on the Queens College production here.

No cocktail for me. Bad mommy. Stick to O'Doul's.