MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING is being set in 1930's Raj India. Bollywood dance influence.

Dear Brenda,
Now following the Gala AND the tsunami in our republic, I am ready to pick up the pieces and MOVE ON...
Let's have a long talk on the phone.
I will read over your notes. Excellent research.
My main influences are; "I Served The King of England" and "Monsoon Wedding." I have got "Women of The Raj" and have read the Tarquin Hall detective novels set in Delhi as well as "The Weight of Heaven" (bit of a downer/effect of imperialistic good intentions. I saw "Shakespeare Wallah" another wonderful movie about Brits in India and "Heat and Dust" set in 1920 Raj India.
I have been working with Peter on the set and it is almost there. I'll explain the process. I showed him some of the costume sketches to inspire. It is Ursula who can be Indian. She might be the one to be mistaken for Hero (even this is flexible, really.) Generally, I was wondering about a tea length dress alternative for the women that could be either afternoon or evening. You know I'm interested by abstractions from reality, a take on 1930's. I see a slightly unreal world in the play that allows such perfect resolution.
This reminds me that I must get in touch with our Bruce Mann to discuss reasonable adaptations of names from Shakespeare's Italian.

Meg, sorry to be slow getting back.

I have "desk hours" at dawn daily. The rest of the day I seem to be "away from my desk."

Anyway, the house below seems a touch Spanish in look. Some of the more outlandish casa on Bankhead are more Spanish than Italian. I think its all that California hacienda thing that happened in the 1800's in America.

My "concept" is evolving. One of my first professional productions was a Sicilian mafia 1930's Much Ado set in (of all places) Sicily! Geoffrey was fond of it.

But I've gone through thoughts of the Deep South (don't think I could get actors to play slaves) and Casablanca (sad and set in a bar). Not specific yet. The 1920's might be too F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby."

Humphrey Bogart in 'Casablanca' and Ingrid Bergman are older and world weary. She a spinster, he a worn Peter Pan. The play is a rite of spring, about sex/love= attraction. The theme of warfare is on the edges. The troops have just had a victory. The violence in the play is Benedick vs Claudio over Claudio's dumping of Hero. Same as in "Bridget Jone's Diary" when Colin Firth beats up Hugh Grant.

I may end up with an eclectic European look -- more like what Nancy will be seeing on her French rivers tour. I just watched "I Served The King of England" on Starz last night. A Czechoslavakian film set in Prague --wonderful, delightful. Great playfulness and wit.

Praise for Cast of Lettice and Lovage

Sunday, May 2, 2010
Excerpts from Michael Howley's review

The actress playing the role [of Lettice] must be an exceptional storyteller, and Ms. VanFossen... rises to an inspired portrayal.

ASF intern Melanie Wilson's... bubbly...vivacious presence serves well to counterbalance Miss Schoen's propriety

Ms. Monferdini [as Lotte Schoen]...is a delight. Her... changes are so subtle.

Mr. Bardolph, Anthony Cochrane ... in a wonderfully comic turn that is infectious.

....as we have been transported by their performances, we join these two exceptional women in their triumph.

BRAVA!! TOI, TOI, TOI!!!

Spread the word: Fantastic shows in the REP SEASON at ASF! the best HAMLET people have ever seen, a great clear production of the rarely done ALL'S WELL and Tudor fun and hijinks in LETTICE AND LOVAGE.

We're back!!!!

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Diana, dear:

I hasten to tell you that you were GREAT!!! I've just returned from your matinee where I went with Chip, Becky and their daughter, Allie. I LOVED your performance which had a perfect blend of the dear and the outrageous--a plateau to be strived for not only on stage but in real life!!! We chatted with Geoffrey both before the play and at intermission and we sat with Kay Blount, Red Blount's daughter, who also loved it. Her brother, Tom, who designed the theatre and I with my John who was also an architect, gave us a certain osmosis knowledge in the segment involving lousy architecture--and also the attitude of their priorities when a beautiful building was demolished--with people in it!!!

You depicted the blood and gore beautifully but I only wish you could also have told the tourists about Lord Cranmer's burning at the stake. I could see you standing there against the flames putting your hand out and having the hand severed in the fire and your taking the severed hand up with the other hand, holding it up to heaven and addressing God in no uncertain terms by saying, "As you are my witness, I have done all I could to see that the bloody prayer book is preserved as I envisioned it." Or maybe Lord Cranmer could have been visiting the house with the steps, got into fisticuffs with the Pope who just happened to be visiting and wrestled him down the stairs where the Pope was pinioned on the peak of his miter and was overheard to say, "My good man, this will cost you more indulgences than you can imagine." I have no idea why I came to your mind as you said I did whilst you were working up the character!

I did enjoy it so much and you do such a splendid job. All in my party were thoroughly enmeshed and enjoyed it greatly. That was a very difficult role and I'm now marveling about things like learning all the lines and being on stage the whole time and technicalties like that. They defy me. I cannot do any sort of public speaking--just rave to my closest friends and I am in awe of your performance.

Brava and Love,
Dodgie

PBS Hamlet

Hamlet. Another shiny floor Shakespeare with Dr. Who in the lead! Broadcast on PBS last night. Not to be confused with a chance to see a real live production of "Hamlet" on stage.
Did all this mirror floor stuff get started with Jack Gold's production of Tom Stoppard's "The Coast of Utopia" at Lincoln Center? I saw that in about 2005.
I know Alice saw at least two shiny floor Shakespeare plays in London in 2006 during her junior year semester in London. The thing about "The Coast of Utopia" that really set it apart was the hoard of migrating peasants moving through fog on the shiny floor.


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Thank you for your good wishes. Here I was just casting the runes, looking for the auspicious, keeping vigil, raking the coals to rise above doubt and fears and agonies past, and be able to waft on a stream of pure smoke to join my tribe again, what and where I was born to be, no matter.... Lettice Douffet is a story teller deluxe! We are story tellers born and it is a high calling -- but we always have to act like it doesn't matter so much and make remarks and shrug -- when we love it so much and it is so holy. I want to be happy here for a little time. For the 9 performances!! So I thank you for your very gracious kindness.

I must comment on this line learning before rehearsals begin - you really can see what a fine author Peter Shaffer is! After "The Royal Hunt of the Sun," "Equus" and "Amadeus" he wasn't just whistling Dixie when he wrote "Lettice and Lovage."
Lettice says "Without danger, Mr. Bardolf, there is no theatre." So we start.
P.S. They say that using dashes is for people too lazy to figure out the grammar.

Accidental Tourguide at the Getty last summer.

Working away on "Lettice and Lovage." Now to the chopping block! Love Bardolph's thought "must have been blocks all over England at one time." Could this take the place of Marie Antionette's courtroom??!! Summer before last I read Antiona Frazer's Marie Antionete:The Journey. Last year I read the bio Georgina:Dutchess of Devonshire by Amanda Foreman (tiresome.) Rehearsals start next week! We're having some of Shakespeare's "strange snow" in Alabama. Perfect for conjuring up stories!!

http://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/CharlesI_execution.htm

"he, the said Charles Stuart, as a tyrant, traitor, murderer and public enemy to the good of this nation, shall be put to death by severing of his head from his body."

When the judgment of the court was announced, Charles finally started to defend himself. He was told that his chance had gone and the king of England was bundled out of the court by the guarding soldiers.

His date of execution was set for January 30th1649.

The execution of Charles I

Charles was executed on a Tuesday. It was a cold day. Charles was allowed to go for a last walk in St James’s park with his pet dog. His last meal was bread and wine. However, there was a delay in his execution.

The man who was to execute Charles refused to do it. So did others. Very quickly, another man and his assistant was found. They were paid £100 and were allowed to wear masks so that no-one would ever know who they were.

At nearly 2.00 o’clock in the afternoon, Charles was lead to the scaffold which was covered in black cloth. He had asked to wear thick underclothes under his shirt as he was very concerned that if he shivered in the cold, the crowd might think that he was scared. Charles gave a last speech to the crowd but very few could hear him. He said:
"I have delivered to my conscience; I pray God you do take those courses that are best for the good of the kingdom and your own salvation."

It is said that when he was beheaded a large groan went up throughout the crowd. One observer in the crowd described it as "such a groan by the thousands then present, as I never heard before and I desire I may never hear again."

Even in death, Charles found no dignity. Spectators were allowed to go up to the scaffold and, after paying, dip handkerchiefs in his blood as it was felt that the blood of a king when wiped onto a wound, illness etc. would cure that illness.

On the 6th February, 1649, the monarchy was abolished. Parliament stated that
"the office of the king in this nation is unnecessary, burdensome and dangerous to the liberty, society and public interest of the people."

What became known as a Council of State was set-up instead of the monarchy and Oliver Cromwell was its first chairman.

When Charles II returned to become king of England in 1660, those men who had signed his father’s death warrant (and were still alive) were tried as regicides (the murderer of a king) and executed. Anyone associated with the execution of Charles was put on trial. The only people to escape were the executioners as no-one knew who they were as they wore masks during the execution.

Are you gagging on Gaga, dopey from Dan Brown, exasperated by E Harmony or a recent victim of the God of Carnage? Come for a quickie on communication. Just a taste from Peter Shaffer's zany tour guide, Lettice Douffet in his play "Lettice and Lovage," and then you "play" back.
 
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Fustian Hall?

Halt. Is this Fustian Hall I see before me? Collecting tips on memorization for 93 pages (3 Acts). Have first 12 pages --the monologues. Schedule 3-4 pages a day plus reviews. Then drilling. Awaiting the cut script. Arrival of actress playing Lotte in Alabama..

Lines, lines, lines

"Mommy stop saying those lions!!" daughter Alice age 2,

Candida Peterborough Players, 1987

Written to Kate Manfredi:

Fred Melamed Sorry to have been out of touch. I'm on vacation with my family in Florida. Here's how I learn lines. I read the entire scene through 5 or 6 times, without trying to memorize any thing. Then, I use a piece of cardboard and read 1 line at a time, learning each of my lines as I go. If there is a trouble spot, I make... up a mnemonic bridge using a mental image to help. Example: if the line I'm having trouble with is "Cut that out!", and the preceeding lines is "I hate you.", I imagine a knife cutting into me from the hurt of "I hate you". Also, to the extent possible, I try to learn the lines so well that I can reel them off without emotion. That way, I am not tied to any particular reading in my memorization. Hope this helps.
Love,
Fred

Diana Van Fossen

Yes. Thank you. I have been going in this way. Reading all monologues out loud. Then scenes then whole acts over and over -- sometimes doing all the roles. Then the whole play which is hard to do alone lemme tell you. I use a music stand so I can stay on my feet. I have never had such a major role. But since this is what I trained for all these years, I am hungry for the challenge!! From the Trenches - in preparation for ''Lettice and Lovage." All in honor of Dame Maggie.

Another Pooh-Bah Weighs In

Theatre Communications Group - American Theatre - January 2010

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Dear Meg,
I had seen that article on translating Shakespeare in my American Theatre Magazine. I read the first couple of paragraphs and skimmed along the rest.
There's going to be a hornets' nest of response to that.
But mainly it will be a competition for who wants to be the most lusty intellectual pooh-bah sounding off to vie for the outrage limelight.
That to me is just a bunch of Fox TV.
The only real response is to try it. You can talk about how you think its going to be forever, BUT nothing takes the place of action. Experiment.
Immediately I read that one note idea of his, I thought -- try it.
Certainly there are enough novels stealing the plots and soliloquies and characters from Shakespeare's plays. The Story of Edgar Sawtells -- based on HAMLET, the whole scene in the rain is right out of the Player King's speech -- Serena by Ron Rash: plot MC BETH, leading lady Lady M mixed in with some Marlowe.
But Shakespeare's English, while Elizabethan, is English, not Japanese or Russian. I take this olde time English for my Mother Tongue, huge, ancient, unwieldy, speaking to me from its origins when the vocabulary was in full flower with words colliding and fresh minted.
So I don't think we should be talking about translating our own language. How about calling it an update?
I think we should set up a group within ASF called something like"Fresh Mint" and look at this idea of updating some of the more rigidly archaic passages. Exploring that.

By the way, what did you think of HAMLET yesterday. I just saw the first act but didn't find myself thinking it was obtuse. Maybe because there were so many highly skilled actors making it easy for us.

The last production I saw was by the Wooster Group who dissected Richard Burton's film HAMLET which was projected on several large screens while actors acted it out live in front of the screens with strange costumes and experimental deconstruction of the text using peculiar voices. Plus most of them were way the wrong age for their characters.
The purpose was to overcome the smug assumptions of the audience and kick them out of their comfort zone. It was supposed they all knew how HAMLET should be and would boringly expect that old-hat type of production.
Honestly, by the end of the Wooster Group HAMLET I was convinced that this WAS the audience's comfort zone. Being gross and stupid with the play.
But I have to say the Wooster Group debacle refreshed me.
Because yesterday I so appreciated the clear, unfussy acting I saw. I was moved right from the beginning. Is this because of Haiti? World grief? The words "Melancholy Dane" actually made sense to me for the first time. It is a sad, sad story to me now!!!
This discussion relates to a question I have been wanting to pose for over a year: What is theatre? Is it a museum for re-enacting theatre history? Is it a place for celebs to dabble with their "craft." Are the writers just trying to get "real money" jobs in Television? Or is it an alchemist's lab? .......

Prep for Lettice and Lovage



Preparing for Lettice and Lovage rehearsals. Have learned the opening monologues but am suspended while waiting for a cut script What if the opening is cut?!
Monday Jan 11 ...Act II ...
Tuesday Jan 12 ..Act II, Act I speeches and Act I ....
Wednesday Jan 13 Act I monologues....
Thursday Jan 14 Opening speeches... email from Jack - script is cut ......

Tudor Time

While in England for Geoffrey's mother Kathleen's funeral on the 1st of December, we drove to Chelsea and visited the Victoria and Albert. First the costume exhibit. Then we discovered the Elizabethan rooms. We visited the great Bed of Ware and a room that had been completely reconstructed in the museum.
This sarcophagus is actually a photo from our stay in the Cotswolds in 2007. We had combined visiting Kathleen with a weeks stay. There had been floods that Spring and Summer. We went on long walks through the countryside and found this tomb in a small church.

The floor reconstructed in the V&A is, I presume,"Tudor oak" as in the opening monologue of "Lettice and Lovage."




Loved the ornate fireplace and the molded plaster ceiling. All creating a very gloomy room with a huge long dining table like the ones in Le Pain Quotidian but very dark!!


For Christmas we got a copy of "The Tudor Chronicles" by Susan Doran. A friend is reading a biography of Henry VII and a lively discussion developed at our Epiphany table about the "evilest man in England." I poured over the section on Henry' s life and that's really the first time I got the dates sorted!
I was a tour guide in London in the 70's for Abercrombie and Kent, luxury travel. That was a bread and butter job that I could keep! I undertook extraordinary feats of assistance for tourists who were always losing their luggage even when standing right next to it!! I would meet planeloads as they arrived at Heathrow. On the bus ride into London and their hotel I would explain the sights we were passing and alert them to their itinerary for the week. Often the flights were delayed, and I would wait for hours at the Arrivals gate at Heathrow, watching reunions of far flung families. I was in tears at the emotion I saw lavished on the arriving relatives. Such joy, such triumph over separation!

A day off for my husband. A chance to wash clothes, "pop into" the theatre, pay bills, maybe walk the dog and drink lots of water. Then back to the gloomy Dane straight through to techs.

Here we are last summer in Yosemite. Even with so many people there it's beautiful and holds onto it's natural beauty. The waterfalls were dried up but this stream wasn't and was soooo.. relaxing. A nice memory.

Montgomery is balmy and sunny today.
Big news: we may go out to a movie!!!
First I'll memorize another monologue from "Lettice and Lovage." Everyone knows I'm in it even though I wasn't allowed to say so. A student wished me good luck with it. Praise for her generousity of spirit!!!

Kathleen Winifred Baldwin Sherman
March 17, 1922-November 18, 2009

TRIBUTE
Kathleen Sherman was a committed Christian and chocolate lover. She was the oldest daughter in a family of six and was born and brought up in Shepherd’s Bush. During the many illnesses of her own mother, she became the primary caretaker for the entire family. A childhood accident left her with chronic back pain, but throughout her life she was know for her helping hand and sunny personality.In earlier life she was a civil servant and a singer, playing leading roles for the West London Operatic Society. It was here that her relationship with Jack Sherman, who was the Musical Director, grew and blossomed. They married and together had their son Geoffrey. His arrival was something of a triumph over difficult circumstances as Jack and Kathleen were bombed out of their home twice and Kathleen faced some health problems which meant that the pregnancy and birth were not straightforward.
Kathleen doted on Geoffrey and, even in later life, delighted in his company. As a child he suffered ill health and Kathleen made sure that she knew what the school curriculum was so that she could ensure that Geoffrey kept up with his lessons. Living in such a musical household Geoffrey was able to read music almost before he could read words and it was Kathleen who encouraged him to become a choirboy at the unusually young age of six. She also encouraged his violin lessons and has been supportive and proud of him throughout his life.
With her husband, Jack, she ran the family woollen business. She did all sorts of things and including planning trips North to visit woollen mills. She enjoyed these trips and, as on all car journeys, acted as a human navigation system. Not only did she provide directions, but also a running commentary of the road ahead.
For years Jack continued to run the West London Operatic Society and also gave singing lessons at home. Kathleen supported these endeavours by making sure that the house ran smoothly – dinner was always on the table promptly at six. In addition to Jack and Geoffrey, Kathleen’s wider family also benefited from her love and nurture and her cousin Audrey, who is with us today, looked on her as something of a godmother.
Kathleen’s caring nature came to the fore when she looked after, and nursed at different times, both her mother in law and sister in law in her own home. As an active member of the St. Dunstan's Mother's Union, she opened her house to all in need. On one occasion a young Australian child who needed a heart operation only available at Hammersmith Hospital was welcomed into the family home. Sadly, despite everyone’s best efforts, the girl eventually died, but it’s just one example of Kathleen’s kindness.
Kathleen was one of those people who had the ability to talk to anyone and often did – a character trait that embarrassed Geoffrey as a child.
In later years her twice weekly shopping trips in East Acton could take hours. This was partly because of her poor mobility and partly because she stopped to talk to all and sundry almost as if she was at a local village high street rather than West London.
Kathleen attended Geoffrey and Diana’s wedding in the States and she was a sweet grandma to Alice. Kathleen continued to run the family firm for some years after Jack’s death, until ill health forced her retirement and, on one of their trips to England the family were put to good use in the shop – Geoffrey going through the accounts and Diana and Alice in the stock room. On her last trip to their home Kathleen enjoyed spending time looking out of the window and watching the squirrels. She always loved animals.
Kathleen is remembered by her family for her salads and her desserts; and her green thumb resulted in a profusion of plant life throughout her home and garden. She was a gentle, pleasant person. For the last ten years of her life she suffered from progressive dementia, but she remained a sweet and socializing influence to the end. Children always warmed to her and in turn she loved them. Perhaps it’s fitting to finish this tribute with some words from her granddaughter Alice who simply said, ‘she was the cutest little lady, cuddly and cooing’. So today we pay tribute to Kathleen’s achievements, to her sweet nature and to a life well lived.

Christmas Past 2009

Things didn't exactly been go according to the Disney script.

Our celebrations were well intentioned, but a little amiss. First of all, I overdid the Christmas decorations. The dining room all silvery with huge snowflakes hanging from the chandelier and this silver table wreath. Plus silver napkins. Then the living room GOLD!!! I think I was trying to make up for last year when we got stranded by a snowstorm in the Utah mountains. Really only photos could show the folly. I wanted to cheer up Geoffrey!

Meanwhile, he nearly fell apart at a service of remembrance the Wednesday before Christmas when he went up to light the candle for Kathleen. Got all choked up. Maybe because he had a colonoscopy that morning. In addition, I had put my back out trying to help him to get his clothes back on! Then Alice had had a dentist appointment. We were a right collection of doddering old fools! But we managed to struggle through a very nice dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant.

The next day, Christmas Eve, I continued to tweak the intense decorations while Geoffrey and Alice shopped for groceries and then went to the final performance of "A Christmas Story". All the presents were wrapped. It was perfect. We had the pot roast and then Geoffrey fell face-forward into the couch never to rise up. I collapsed on the other end. Alice couldn't rally either of us for midnight mass. The next morning it was obvious I had bronchitis or something.

Still, we pressed on with preparation of our turkey dinner. We opened the presents and a champagne I had been saving for a happy day since my 60th birthday (18 months ago)! Alice had to cut two dishes from the menu so we could eat before the turkey turned stone cold. I leave you to imagine any grumbles of discontent. Then we went to the movies.

"Up In The Air" is thought provoking and very good, but a depressing sort of entertainment. Christmas Spirit was further frayed when Alice asked for one of our cars to drive to Atlanta for Boxing Day to see a chum.

So, I went to bed with aching ribs. Geoffrey and Alice walked the dog up to get coffee before she started her drive to Atlanta. We parents re-cooped while Alice reveled with cute people her age. When she got back we hung out and cooled out and enjoyed the rest (as in restful) of the twelve days of Christmas.... although she left on New Year's Eve in time to go to parties in LA.

“Streetcar” desire

I was on the plane flying to New York in mid December when I read it. “I don’t expect to see a better performance of this role in my lifetime.” John Lahr wrote that in his review of Tennessee Williams' “A Streetcar Named Desire” in The New Yorker magazine. He was talking about Cate Blanchett as Blanche DuBois in the Sydney Theatre Company production at the Brooklyn Academy. If John Lahr, the son of The Cowardly Lion, Bert, says something like this, you listen.

This I had to see.

I wouldn't be jealous. I was well over the terrible production I'd seen in London during the time I had lived there. Its shortfalls had given me the pluck to learn the part when I moved to New York and use it to audition for Nikos Psacharopoulis at Williamstown. That's how I got into the company! Oh right and there's the time I actually landed the part in summer stock in 1985 but unfortunately was pregnant and due to fill out considerably in the two months before the job started, then actually deliver the baby. I was in the perfect emotional state just not the correct physical state!

I was over all that competition stuff. Cate Blanchett had my attention.

But how could I get a ticket?

Checked the website. SOLD OUT.

Went to Broadway Box where you can usually get anything you need “discounted” to a couple of hundred dollars. No.

Finally called the actual Box Office. They had a returns line two hours before the show.

Deciding to shoot for the Wednesday matinee, I caught the subway to Brooklyn at 10 am.on a particularly frigid morning. A lady was sitting on the sunny pavement outside the theatre absorbed in a book when I arrived at about 10:30. It seemed impolite to disturb her. There were ten silent, bundled figures ahead of her. The line.

Three and a half hours to go.

I made cell phone calls for a little while.

Then a car pulled up and a lady took the spot behind me. When her companion arrived they asked if I wanted coffee. Beth Ann and Patrick and I talked for the next three hours.

We adored Cate Blanchett in Shekhar Kapur's film “Elizabeth.” It simply outstripped all modern plays and tv movies for defining the treachery of those times. Then “Notes on a Scandal” with Judi Dench.They had seen Cate Blanchett and Liv Ulman, the director, on the Charlie Rose show. That's why they were in line for tickets. Liv Ulman had apparently focused on Blanche rather than the character of Stanley for this production. Who in their right mind would focus on the character of Stanley? Unless, of course, you had one of those big name tv or film actresses playing Blanche and as the director you were knew you were sunk if at least one of the characters didn't come up with an amazing performance. So you had turned your lights onto the decent, until recently practically unknown guy playing Stanley.

My friends Beth Ann and Patrick were firefighters. They were married and had five children. They had traveled with all the five children to Australia but hadn't stayed long enough to really enjoy such a huge country. Just two weeks.

As firefighters they had gotten to know men and women in many stations throughout the city and five boroughs by filling in when people needed leave. The days spent cooking together and gabbing in the stations bonded them. They always knew someone on a crew.

Just then a fire engine pulled up. Yes, Patrick knew one of the guys. They were inspecting the building to see if a pool could be constructed on stage for an upcoming play.

Could they get us into “Streetcar?” Not fair and square.

The box office opened and the first fifteen of us were let into the building. A blessed relief from shivering. My friends made the cut and a few girls after them.

The audience began to arrive. A woman sold a ticket to the first man on line. Many mini dramas ensued. A large crowd of schoolboys from St Regis streamed in. You'd think one or two of their classmates might be sick. A celebrity New York newscaster strode in in very high heeled boots with a very large hairdo. We were moving up in the line.

I considered surrendering my place if two tickets were available when I got there so my new friends could see this masterpiece together.

A call from my husband Geoffrey informed me that our old friend, Pat Scully, was now the General Manager of BAM. What a pity I hadn't let him know I wanted to see the show.

Conspiracies began to hatch. We talked about sneaking in.

Just before the curtain went up, I was first in line. Then the curtain went up.

“Ladies and gentlemen, that's it. There will be no more tickets available. Leave the lobby immediately.”

I made a quick peace with the amount of time I had given to Kate Blanchett's Blanche DuBois. Three and a half hour wait, plus subway travel. Would I have gotten dozy during the performance?

As I headed out the door there was a young woman taking her place for the 7:30 performance returns line. Only five and a half hours to go.