RhuBarb, the Musical
Rhubarb, the Musical
This is my
eighth year in the rhubarb business. I spent 30 years as a teacher and I want
to match that number as a rhubarb mogul, or mongrel as my intern calls it. I’ll only be 84 when I hit Rhubarb Retirement
Age (RRA). My Uncle Sam worked the rhubarb scene well into his 80s; he is my
inspiration.
Uncle Sam
Tom, my faithful intern, has been by my side for these 8 years, but I can’t say he’s been totally
content in his role. In fact, he was grumbling last Sunday when we headed out to
the patch. He felt his breakfast of half an English muffin, a solid ounce of Irish
cheddar and two extra strength Tylenol was a bit scant. I reminded him that
when we were finished in 3 hours, he would be rewarded with the other half of
the English muffin, an entire can of Brunswick sardines in mustard and two more
extra strength Tylenol.
Breakfast
Although
I’ve never explored this with a professional, there may be a nasty edge to my
rhubarb enthusiasm when it comes to my intern. I take some pleasure in
reporting that he still works for the same wage after 8 years of residency.
Zero dollars per hour.
Intern Wages
On the other
hand, I do consider job satisfaction beyond monetary compensation. For example, in the
rhubarb patch last weekend when Tom started singing Paul McCartney’s “Get Back”,
I was relieved that he had at least stopped complaining. It took me a few
minutes to realize he was singing Get Back, Get Back, Get Back to the Rhubarb
Patch. When he eagerly proposed Rhubarb, the Musical, what else
could I do but humour him. The idea was distracting him from the bending, twisting,
lugging…putting a little spring in his step! Job satisfaction was on the upswing.
Contented Intern
By the time
we had filled our 170-pound order, Rhubarb, the Musical was more than a distant dream of a lowly intern. Tom had decided that the musical should be performed on site in the fashion of Shakespeare in the Park. He had made an extensive (mental) list of costumes and props, and had selected the following
hits:
·
If
I Were a Rhubarber and You Were a Lackey
·
Take
me to the Rhubarb, Don’t Forget the Water
·
Hello
Rhubarb, my Old Friend
·
In
the Early Morning Patch, With a B’nana Box in my Hand
·
The
Hills Are Alive with the Sound of Rhubarb
·
Rhubarb
Control to Intern Tom
·
I
Never Picked Rhubarb
·
Rhubarb
Barb, Rhubarb’ra Ann
·
Just
Pick It, Just Pick It
·
You
Can’t Talk to a Woman with a Rhubarb Knife in her Hand
·
Get
Back, Get Back, Get Back to the Rhubarb Patch
·
Rhubarby
Fields Forever
·
Although
there are still some minor details to work out, you can buy your
tickets in advance…
...Until Next Time...