“Big River” was the first Broadway musical I saw in New York City. If I’m remembering correctly, it was only the second Broadway show I’d ever seen, the first being the traveling run of “The King and I” at the Orpheum in Memphis.
Viola says at the beginning of Twelfth Night: “What country, friends, is this?” Last night, during our final dress rehearsal, I was thinking the same thing. With that cool breeze and absence of humidity, it was almost unsettling how perfect it was at The Village.
A couple of years ago on a visit to Rosemary Beach, Florida, my family and I watched a production of The Tempest in the village square of the town, a setting very much like The Village at Hendrix.
