
The play by Shakespeare about Julius Caesar was always one of my favorites. One of my favorite parts was when the muse, or witch, or sage, or soothsayer - depending on how you interpret it - come to him and tell him to "beware of March 15th". That part really sent chills up and down my spine and his wife's creepy dream of his death. I loved the way they spoke and dressed. For a small southern child it was like traveling to a new world. It was also my first visual murder. I remember hiding my face wondering how they could do that. After that, I began to devour Shakespeare. So take extra caution today, treat your loved ones with respect, eat some Italian food, do something unexpected for someone else...