Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Do You Glory in your Wealth?

 Great River Shakespeare Festival. Winona, Minnesota.
If you glory in your wealth, then here's a worthy cause to help you spread it around a bit! The Great River Shakespeare Festival has kindly asked for whatever support you may be able to offer. Their appeal can be found here.

I've written about the festival before.  It's marvelous.  It's wonderful.  And it needs support.  As you consider your end-of-year giving, consider the GRSF.  It's a marvelous company offering marvelous Shakespeare to the many-headed of Minnesota and the surrounding area.
Sonnet 91 (edited somewhat)

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force,
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse.
All of them donate to the Great River Shakespeare Festival.


Alex Bledsoe said...

Thanks for the tip on this; it's 2 1/2 hours away from me and I had no idea it was even there. I donated, and wish I could send more.

kj said...

Marvelous! On behalf of the GRSF (which is honestly the most delightful Shakespeare festival I've ever attended), I thank you.

Thank you. I am not of many words, but I thank you.


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