Last night, I dreamed I was a young woman trying out for a position with a Broadway production company. When asked what I could do, I answered sing, dance, play the violin and piano, etc. Then they asked me to demonstrate my piano playing.
I sat down at the piano, hesitated for just as second as to what I should play, then began the theme song from Cheers.
I don’t know if they hired me or not in my dream, but I’ve had this song playing in my mind all morning because of it. So, doing like I’ve done so many times, I did a search on the internet about it and came up with this website: http://www.garyportnoy.com/ Go out to it and read the complete Cheers Story. It’s the history behind the show’s theme song, and a very good read it is, too. Then I went out to YouTube and found a complete version of the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lf5ojdakpq8
I remember, back when I was in college in the early 1980’s, when I actually did play the piano somewhat, I memorized the theme song from some sheet music I had borrowed from a friend, and I would sneak onto the stage in the auditorium (of which I had a key because working for the theatre department was my job while attending Indiana Central University – today University of Indianapolis www.uindy.edu) and sit at the Steinway piano and play it. I think the bitter-sweetness of the song appealed to me as much as it did to everyone else who helped make it and the show it began popular.
College was a place like the Cheers bar for me. It was (and still is) a small university, and my work with the theatre department, which included designing and running lights for plays and convocations, running the projector on movie nights, helping to build and tear down sets (which I LOVED to do), made me a familiar face to nearly all the campus and I would have people shout hello to me from across a parking lot or green space that I might or might not have known in person. It was like being part of a very large, close-knit family where we all knew and supported one another.
Since then, I have found very few places that gives me the feeling of “belonging.” Because of my interests, political standing, and creativeness, I am usually on the outside of any group looking in. I just do not fit in with the main stream of American culture. But, I have found a place where I do fit in, and one where everyone does know my name whether I know them or not. That is with the fiber community here in central Indiana – specifically with SWIFT (Spinners and Weavers of Indiana – Fibers and Textiles (www.swiftindiana.org)) and my twice monthly BASK (Beautiful and Aspiring Spinners and Knitters) group that meets at The Trading Post for Fiber Artists in Pendleton, Indiana. (http://www.tradingpostfiber.com). This spills over to the annual Spinning Retreat at The Lindenwood Retreat Center in Donaldson, Indiana, as well (http://www.lindenwood.org). Here, I am not an oddball because the members of this fiber community is a lot like me. They are intelligent, well-read, politically liberals (I’d say 95% are, anyway), creative, opinionated, community minded, believe in protecting the planet and making it a safe place for generations to come, down-to-earth, humorous, and caring.
It is important to find a place where you feel you belong, like the song says, where everyone knows your name. No matter how tough the world outside this group can get, at least you know there is one place where you can be yourself and no one will judge you harshly because of it – a place where they are like you.





