Last summer, there was a meeting of the elders of the tribe at Marty Epstein's house. We were told the theater was in financial trouble and needed new energy and new money.

And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Juda, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof.

Mike requested a meeting with the full board of directors, and I was happy to oblige. Mike has not told me exactly what it is he wants to say, or what he expects out of the meeting, but it will be useful to hear his side of a story that has obviously stirred up so much emotion.

You couldn't keep a record. You couldn't keep any minutes, you know. You'd have a meeting at, say, my house today. And the next week or two, you'd have it at his house. And the next one, at some other place, not the same place all the time. And that's the way you had to keep those folks from knowing where you was having your meetings.

And the damsel ran, and told them of her mother's house these things.

In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.