Great moments in spontaneity


Much has been written here and elsewhere about this morning’s final production of The Morning Show at the Fitzgerald Theater. You can read the blog downstream and also find all sorts of goodies here.

In talking with folks today, we agree that this moment was the highlight. Peter Ostroushko sang a mournful You Are My Sunshine, and a theater full of people in St. Paul, and — I’m guessing — hundreds of others in cars and kitchens throughout the country joined in.

  1. Listen You Are My Sunshine

    December 11, 2018

It felt very much like people were comforting themselves and others, not only against the immediate sadness of the passing of a broadcast era, but against the steady drumbeat of bad news that we’re forced to endure.

  • Bonnie

    Thanks Bob, I was late for a meeting this morning, had to stay in the car this morning, to finish listening to Ostrouschko’s ‘you are my sunshine’…and then tonight on my way back home, was treated to the replay on KNOW. Not much one can say. Time passes. Thanks to all.

  • Margie

    I was one of those people in the car you spoke of, shamelessly teary-eyed and chanting with the audience at the final Morning Show. The Morning Show always lifted my spirits preparing me for the new day. Thanks for the gifts of satire, laughter, sentimentality and even good taste. Best of luck!