When I was just three-years old, I recall running into the kitchen, eyes shut, screaming, "Mama, Mama! I see Ike in my head! I see Ike in my head!" My mother asked me a few questions and determined that I had indeed captured a vivid mental image of our 34th president, delivering an address from behind a presidential lectern. This was my first conscious experience of having an imagination.
Fifty-two years later, what remains of my imagination tells me now's the time for "Ike! The Musical". I hear future smash hits such as "My Name Is Ike!", "Who's Your D-day Daddy?" and "Mamie, You Surely Are My Woman", plus the side-splitting "Tricky Dick".
And talk about your perfect casting.
And talk about your perfect casting.
