My Day at the Meyerson: a Rant

Christine and I were invited to see Maya Angleou on Saturday. And while Maya was fantastic–she’s so incredibly talented. Seeing her–listening to her poetry–always makes me question my life choices and think about doing something important. No worries. It passes, and, anyway, that’s not my beef. No, rather my frustrations lie with the Dallas patrons. I constantly forget how rude we are. At the beginning of the service (Or program. Or whatever. It seemed more like a church service than anything), we were shown a slide that rather clearly stated that the use of camera phones, flash photography, etc. was prohibited. Apparently, many people in town think that “prohibited” means “encouraged.” It doesn’t.