Sometimes rather than write a commentary on something, a short story or a Top Ten list, I write a true story from my life. This is one of those stories. Be sure to click “View original post” at the bottom to head over to SERENDIPITY for the rest of this reminiscence.
“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 pushed Betty to produce Liberation. 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 times would become our “good old days.”
We worked on a variety of projects over a few summers, 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 our silliest youthful moments.
Rich and Betty at Pajama Game rehearsal
With youthful exuberance we decided it would be a…
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