Twelfth Night, set in the fifties. Ick. I love the drama as an art form, and I almost always hate to see it performed. Nothing ruins a great play like a gaggle of clucking actors.
While we’re out, I commend your attention to this. Wrap your mind around the change Mark Nadel is proposing, and consider the real estate world after such a revolution. This is history unfolding before our eyes.
Time enough for a large drink and Cathy can drive. Double Scotch at intermission (double ick, but it’s what they have). Properly lubricated, I’ll have a great time…
