With a reunion of our theater friends in the works, I thought I would retell this story. My much longer first draft was thoughtfully edited by Marilyn Armstrong. It is hard to concisely tell your own stories. Fortunately Marilyn could focus in on what is important here.
“Just imagine how awful we’d feel,” I told Betty one day, “if we got to the end of our lives and never produced our play. Especially if we really could have. We’d always regret it.”
That’s how I convinced Betty to produce Liberation. We’d update the story. Tell it as a flashback. I knew she wasn’t entirely convinced, but that was her way. She was critical, skeptical of everything. It was her strength.
Twenty years earlier we had done summer theater together. After rehearsals, we’d adjourn to Betty’s apartment to tell jokes, sing songs and laugh our way to midnight. Those summers doing our best to entertain an audience and ourselves would become our “good old days.”
We worked on a variety of projects and developed a talented circle of friends. Betty was 2 years my senior, always the stage manager and sergeant-at-arms. She kept us in line during…
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