This all reminds me of a family trip to the Shakespeare Festival in Ashland, Oregon. It involved an updated (but still awesome) version of The Merchant of Venice set in the 1950's, duck-tossing, and my dad being mistaken for David Crosby:

It's uncanny, believe me. Regardless, I LOVE Shakespeare and absolutely LOVED reading it high school. I really want a leather-bound collected works so I can sit in an arm chair, wearing a monocle, smoking a pipe, and feeling quite cultured mmmmmmmyes. Go BARD!
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