I saw "Nice Work If You Can Get It" at the Carpenter Performing Arts Center, and the 1930s-era musical comedy is still timely.
Especially in the bubble bath scene where 12 hidden characters pop out of the water.
After all, Long Beach does call itself, "The Aquatic Capital of America," right?
*• The Dodgers aren't playing very well this year, but at least many of their fans don't have to suffer in front of their TV screens. Portions of Long Beach and other areas still don't see the games because an agreement couldn't be worked out with the broadcasters. Frustrating enough to make me join the cause of one street person (see photo).
• Baseball (cont.): Little League time is here along with all the pressures that come with it — for the parents, I mean. One mom lamented to a coach I know that that she had forgotten a key component of her survival kit. Snacks? A blanket? A glove? Nope — her Xanax tranquilizer.
• Gatsby Books on Spring Street is advertising "Ruby Weekend Days" in honor of the shop's resident feline, and why not?
The gray and white Ruby (see photo) may be the last bookstore cat in Long Beach — the species is disappearing as fast as the stores where they used to dwell.
Only old-timers remember such colorful creatures as Penny at Acres of Books, and Ike and Tina at Dodd's Bookshop (those stores have also disappeared).
Ruby is the only bookshop cat mentioned in the guidebook, "Quiet Los Angeles."
Owner Sean Moor is inviting customers, tourists or dancers (there's a ballet studio next door) to pay homage to Ruby.
It's not clear that Ruby is enamored with her role.
She is reluctant to allow me to pet her and one time I was in there she was more distant than ever.
"Ruby's on a diet," a worker told me.
• I suffer frequent identity crises, and they're not all related to the existence of another Steve Harvey, the famous comic and talk show host. I mean, how many people do you know who had to have two photos snapped for their driver's license? The first one was that bad. Despite my face.
Then I had my fingerprints taken for a volunteering job with the city. I got a call a few days later; the fingerprints didn't register.
At least Metro Rail put a photo of the right person in my new "Tap" card, made out to Stephen... oh, where's that Xanax, anyway?
Steve Harvey, or somebody, can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org and @sharvey9.