A few weeks ago, I attended a "graduation" ceremony--and I whined because I think my town "overcooks" the graduation idea, and also the program itself was dramatically inert. (Yes, we're talking about three- and four-year-olds.) At the same time, I know I would have whined if the occasion *hadn't* been marked--and it's not like the particular hour in question would have yielded pages and pages of useful writing, if I'd stayed home. So I feel for Buddy, in "Follies," who is always lost in a fog. He believes that he wants illicit love with his girlfriend, Margie, but actually, she is sort of boring to him. Hey, Margie? You wanna go dancing? Or driving? Or something? OK, Babe... Whatever you say, Babe... You wanna stay home.... You wanna stay home....? At times, Buddy almost envisions a way forward, a way of deepening the relationship, but fatigue sets in..... The trip was rotten.... And the deal fell through... I pushed, Babe... I'm bus...