Tonight we watched Timpview High School’s production of William Shakespeare’s A Winter’s Tale. I usually get roped into Shakespeare against my will, but by the end of a show, I always relearn that it’s great stuff. Unfortunately, though, for the first twenty minutes before and after intermission, I usually find myself saying to myself, “What the heck are these guys saying? No one can understand this nonsense!” There was a scene where a bear, played by an ensemble — Chinese dragon style — attacked and ate a character. Some of the guys were “growling” offstage. It was amazing. No, it was phenomenal. It was the best thing I’d ever seen on a stage. Period.