For those who wish to partake in the usual humdrum predictable debris, you may find all you can digest (or perhaps not) on your nightly nauseating television programs designed for those who have decidedly chosen to follow the herd right off the proverbial cliff downward into the abyss. Then again you can be a true purveyor of the arts and thoroughly enjoy an evening at the Penobscot Theatre with the delightfully entertaining “Guys on Ice”. This cleverly crafted unintentional therapy session with a couple of plain old guys whose immediate ambitions (or obsession) meanders around fishing and fishing alone. However, it turns into so much more. The turn includes hilarious banter, a heartwarming and near tears recollection of better times, and an honest exchange of what begets what’s truly important in life aside from a fishing pole and a beer. The focus upon the transition between selfless motivation and emotional rescue will capture your heart in your hand alongside rhyme, reason, and song. An enchanting array of lyric and music feed the fire with childhood memories, moments in time, and those far too recognizable exasperating moments with no answer in sight. Our souls as well as those of the characters whose very spirits eventually burst with hope for a better tomorrow draw from each other the answers needed to come through the valley. Countless breathtaking dance routines, expressive facial expressions, and a host of general shenanigans brought so much life onto the simple stage setting that your eyes could be closed and you would still see it. Humor and its overwhelming protege in the form of an audience were deeply touched by the sentiments buried within the hearts of our two dear friends who actually did learn the lesson of the day with comfort, love, and the loss of two perfectly good football tickets. Scott Raymond Johnson and his profound facial interpretations mixed with semi-crazed logic complemented Marvin and what he determined his initial dream to be something more than what he was. Ben Layman, playing Lloyd, figured out that his dance moves seriously outweighed the danger of running out of beer, overshadowed only by the tenderness in his voice. Ernie the moocher was a one man riot squad in his own right. Offering his own brand of vaudevillian mayhem, a variety of vocal bursts of refreshing fruit flavor, and general pilfering (with a dash of game show half time conundrums). A gracious thank you to Larrance Fingerhut for providing us with musical accompaniment as well and the emotion behind it. A thoroughly enjoyable evening with so much flavor you’d need two tongues to taste all it has to offer. A masterful triumph moving your spirit in every direction.