If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want — good or bad. When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog (if you have one) and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
So, c’mon folks, let’s see what you remember! 🙂
Tony Caselli 
Well how to choose? I have a lot of PR memories of course. I remember when I first got the Outreach Coordinator job and we shared an office-with the copy machine and I think the fax machine too. And we would walk with Christine to get coffee at Zou Zou’s or to Scoops to get ice cream on “Ozone Action Days”. I also remember management meetings every Friday where we would write or text messages to each to keep from rolling our eyes too much. Ahh the good ol’ days….
HAH! Sharing that office with the copy machine, the fax machine, and the ONE company printer!! Now THAT was fun! 🙂 Actually, it WAS fun, and as much fun as getting our own offices was when it eventually happened, I loved the fun we had sharing that space!
Man, sooooo many came to my mind. I decided to just go w/ the first one. I remember one of my first memories of you, when I was an apprentice. I don’t even remember what scenario brought this on, but you spontaneously broke into Prince’s Sexy Mutha…
For those who don’t know Tony well, when he does a Prince song, he does it full force. Falcetto, dance moves…the whole nine yards. It’s an amazing sight to behold.
And as I watched you gyrating and singing, I thought “Dang. That little white guy can dance.” And I wasn’t talking about Prince.
JZ
*laughing*
I don’t even remember doing that, of course, but I have no doubt that I DID! I can’t help, it man, he makes me wanna dance!!!
memries, ah memries
Most of my favorite memories of you are either when I was making you laugh or laughing at you. Lots of those.
The specific non-laughing memory that really made an impact on me, though, was when you were directing STOP KISS and you asked me my opinion about several things in the production, and seemed to really value my input. You and I talked very quietly in the office, so as not to disturb anyone else, and it just made me feel honored that one of my favorite directors was asking me for my opinion and taking my ideas seriously. (This was before I directed on the main stage at the Network.)
In retrospect I think you more than anyone, Tony, may be responsible for my career as a director. Both from your example and from your support. Its all your fault.
Re: memries, ah memries
Thanks, David – those are kind words, and I’m flattered. I’ll always value your thoughts, but I’m sorry if I’ve inadvertently steered you into a career with no good upside… I feel a little guilty now. 🙂
I remember that the last time I saw you, you said “If I seem to be getting smaller, it’s because I’m going away.”
I remember this because you said it about 50 minutes ago.
God Bless short term memory.
LMAO
You are hilarious.
I remember you actually being able to do the thing where you hold onto a lamppost and pull yourself up sideways so it looks like the wind has blown you off your feet and you are clinging on by your arms. That was impressive.
Lep
OOOh, yeah! Man, I don’t know if I can still do that! I need to get in better shape! 🙂
memories…
hmmmm, this IS a tough one Tony because I’ve known you sooo long (ooo, what does that say about BOTH of our ages??? sigh)
But I think the ultimate memory has to do with rehearsals for Kim Carney’s “Nooner” at the Rose. You had always seemed such a sweet, quiet man up until then… a super efficient SM who generally didn’t say a whole heck of a lot… then there came the “meat pipe” comment.
Yep. Wiped out that “quiet, reserved” impression for EVER!!
God bless the wonderful freedoms being in the theatre community allow us!
BC
Re: memories…
Barb! *laughing my butt off* I just need to point out for the record, and for any litigators that may be reading, that that whole line of discussion was NOT instigated by me, I was merely responding in kind!
Thanks for your memory, BC – you’re awesome! 🙂
I have many as well…ankle deep in styrofoam shaving the set of “Possessed”…..working in the box office at PR and you walking by as if you were going downstairs, and then back up. Also like Beth, I was fortunate enough to share an office with you. I seem to remember an ongoing prank of leaving tiny resume photos in interesting places.
Those are some of my faves.
xo, Terri
Oh man, the styrofoam shavings of that “Possessed” set!! Geez, we had little styrofoam pellets EVERYWHERE! And for months they were still around the building!
I FORGOT ABOUT THE HEADSHOT PHOTOS!! Oh my GOD! That was hilarious! Man, now I’m remembering finding little thumbnail pictures of people all over the place!! *laughing* Awesome.
I remember this one time I was on my way to rehearsal, but completely forgot to check my gas gauge. You were awesome and met me at the nearest gas station to give me a ride back to my car after I’d purchased myself a gallon. Boy, feels like only this last weekend…
*laughing*
Man… that does seem like it was just this weekend…
Wow where to start. Since I think I’ve known you longer than just about anyone I’ll go way back and pick one from when you still lived on Huron River Dr. Picking Tomatoes in the garden and throwing them in the air over your shoulder, for the other guy to try and catch in a paper bag. Like the opening scene from some silly TV series. For some reason that one sticks with me. Or later in HS driving around in your Pinto and having the stick come off in your hand, fortunately we were on your street and coasted into the driveway. I think we had some of the worst cars ever, but at that were just glad to have anything that would get us around.
Spencer
Ah, yes! If I remember correctly that was 6th or 8th grade, and we got in trouble from my parents for bruising a lot of tomatoes that way! I’d forgotten all about that!
And then I absolutely remember the stickshift coming off in my hand while driving the Pinto! Man, I loved that car! We were only about 1/2 mile from home on our old dirt road, if I remember right, so getting home was easy. Ah, the fun! Thanks, Spence!