The Fantasticks still makes me sad.

Every time I read anything about The Fantasticks, it still makes me sad. It was one of those things I kept meaning to do, and never did. The show ran longer than I have (so far) -- 42 years at the Sullivan Street Playhouse -- and I had chances to go see it, but never did. It was one of those things that you think, well, it'll just run forever.

Well, it didn't, and even now, more than two years after it closed, it still makes me sad. I should have seen it when I was in New York the summer of 2001. Before everything happened.

I did get a chance to see (and photograph) the Great Stone Face of New Hampshire before it collapsed a year or so ago. You never know how long things will be around any more.