You know, the tragic fates of The Gashlycrumb Tinies.
Honestly, I had forgotten about them. But since then, just as things happen, I’ve seen them everywhere. On a poster in Starbucks. At the Library. At the Village. On a random loud kid’s tshirt. People were talking about them in the grocery line at Whole Foods. At the bookstore. At the Hurricane’s hair cutting place.
So when a friend asked if the HcQ and I wanted to go see them, I said sure. And it was really great. (If you live in Htown and can make it to the last performance this weekend, you should go.)
But much more importantly, I must know, Quesofarians, how will you kick it Edward Gorey style?
*I stole the lunchbox photo from the great Upside Up.