It's Rose Festival time in Portland. Having grown up two blocks from the parade route in Pasadena, where the "real" Rose Parade occurs each January 1, I don't get very excited about the parade here. However, one aspect of the festival I love: naval ships coming in and the town filling up with sailors. My dad was one of those sailors in 1934 and even got his photo in the paper. He loved Portland so much, he ended up moving to Oregon over 30 years later.
There used to be a young actress in town named Randi Ravitts. Very talented. She wanted to study in England and thought meeting some English sailors would be a good thing to do, so she called a British ship docked for the festival, volunteering to host a dinner, saying, "Hi, I'm Randi and would like to have some sailors over for dinner." In her kind innocence, she forgot what "randy" would mean to an Englishman.
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I remember Randi well, Charles, but never heard that story. We did Under Milkwood and Three Sisters together.
Presumably she survived the dinner?
She talked of 2 actor sisters, and a Ravitts (first name also started with an R) played in Philly after I moved back to this area in 1985. Prolly her sis.
I think the play was Childe Byron.
Best,
eric
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