Help me make a completely trivial decision.

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Love Letter to the Rude Mechanicals

Dear Rude Mechanicals,

Yes, I know that I grouse, kvetch and am your very own Oscar the Grouch when I'm stage managing a show. I'm not always the nicest or most approachable person on the planet.

However, I just had a reminder of exactly how lucky I am.

I am immensely lucky. You all have taken to having a bossy, overbearing techie backstage so much better than anyone ever had any right to expect.

You thank me. Repeatedly. Profusely. You appreciate me. Most importantly, you treat me with respect.

Thank you all.

My Sweet Boy

Darcy
July 14, 1996-December 16, 2006

He was one of a kind. We'll miss you, D. Boomer's waiting for you, and there's plenty of tuna and pigeons to pounce on. You left us way too soon, buddy.