All the World's a Stage (Except Pennsylvania)

This past Friday was the 218 anniversary of Pennsylvania ending its prohibition of theatrical performances, which means, yes, there couldn't have been a performance of 1776 in 1776, which saddens everyone who believes Ben Franklin should sing. I guess not one Quaker felt his oats and thought he needed to act. Or fields had to be plowed, or people were too busy snickering coming up with the names of towns like Blue Ball and Intercourse, or were off trying to kill French and Indians in the war of the same name (hint: always name a war after your target--makes basic training much easier). And what of the youth of that day, trying to keep themselves preoccupied from notions of continental congress with the cute boy or girl next door. Mickey wouldn't be able to slap his knee breetch and say to Judy, "I know, let's put on a show!" for he'd be breaking the law, and what's worse, maybe tying up Betsy Ross with making costumes, so she wouldn't have had time to make Old Glory (who sadly never even got to be middle-aged glory, as if there is such a thing).