My wife and I returned just a short while ago from a performance of Disney’s musical Tarzan at the Hale Centre Theatre in West Valley City, Utah.
Candidly, I hadn’t been all that excited about going. I’ve seen the play before, and . . . I thought that was enough.
But I have to say that it was a first-rate production. Better than the one we saw earlier, by far. I really enjoyed it, though it was a bit unnerving to be among so many women who began oohing and ahhing over Tarzan from the moment he made his first appearance. He was wearing only a loincloth, you see, and he’s very nearly as buff as I am.
For what it’s worth, many of the Tarzan adventure movies were filmed in whole or in part at the Los Angeles County Arboretum, which is near where I grew up. Almost every year through eighth grade, my school took us there on a field trip, and I went a number of other times, as well. That’s where I first learned to kill leopards with my bare hands.