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We spent our 1968 honeymoon in
One time we rode down the
The play concerns itself with a
The cast is small, consisting of only five women and two men:
BILL LIVINGSTON: Her husband, father of Adam.
OLIVE ALLISON: An older woman, from Lockerbie and leader of the laundry project.
Two middle-aged women from Lockerbie.
HATTIE: A cleaning woman from Lockerbie.
GEORGE JONES: The American government representative in charge of the warehouse storing the remains from the Pan Am 103 crash.
I know it sounds like a cliche, but all of us were rivited to the delivery of the words as each actor delivered them. Everyone who discussed it with the actors afterwards, in an open discussion, prefaced their comments with quotes of either a sentence or a paragraph.
The playwrite had Bill nailed down perfect. Only a woman could have. The quote or situation that hit me like a brick was description of having to return a Christmas gift to a 16 year old clerk. And then do it over and over again the same day for the rest of the gifts. It brought it alive. I played it like a video in my mind. I have a daughter who has worked retail since she was 14.
I could go on, but it would ramble. Her words will stay with Don and me for a long time.
It had been warm the previous day and overnight the melted
snow that drained over the jogging paths and sidewalks and
rocks had become a very deceiving thin glaze. On top of the
glaze was a erratic thin drizzle of moisture from fog water
from the melting snow along the side of the path. Unless the
light was in front of you and glaring off the ice or water, you
did not see it. If jogging, the forward movement would send you
off into space until you landed on your rear end and a sprained
wrist. Luckily I became aware of this and did not experience
this. I recall it happening to me over 15 years ago around this
time during one of our walks just south of Diversey along the
rocks. I landed on my back. It knocked the air out of me and I
couldn’t utter a sound for at least a minute, or longer.
I had thought of bicycling, but for some reason thought better
of it. I was quite releaved that I did, because of the ice.
It was like bicycling on oil. Some intrepid folks were all
dressed in their colorful spanex and bicycling, but at only miles an hour! Not one was speeding like usual.
I discovered a jogging path now is along the Diversey “rocks”
that now is a rock wall from the south entrance of
entrance. Diversey Harbor
"I took it on New Bond Street in Mayfair, a street with a huge number of very expensive stores and I don't imagine graffiti lasts very long there. Except that these stencils of a small animal look like they belong -- they look as if they are an organic part of the urban
scene, like pigeons -- and so may be ignored by those who scrub graffiti."