I am a lover of movies and plays, and have been since before I became a high school actor, way back in the last century. The constant in my life has been going to the theatre and finding a good movie. An English major in college, I have an MA in International and Comparative Education and an MFA in Drama. I’ve had a career teaching drama in secondary schools and colleges. I’ve written scripts no one has ever heard of, taught courses, coached actors, and directed on a variety of stages.
I’ve been happily married for 52 years. My wife and I have two terrific kids, who are now grown with terrific kids of their own. And we are currently partnered with two loving mutts and a cat. Joan is an artist and writer, author of the recently published Scattering ashes: A Memoir of Letting Go. She shares my love for theatre on a modest level, but is not a fan of theatre-bingeing. Instead, she keeps me relatively sane, and we go to New York together to see maybe only 2 plays, along with walks in the park, naps, restaurant searches, and maybe a good movie or two that we can’t find at home. We live in Charlottesville, Virginia, a beautiful college town which hosts Thomas Jefferson’s University of Virginia. I remain active in the healthy if cash-strapped local theatre scene, where this May will see the production at Live Arts of a long-held personal ambition: Death of a Salesman, under my direction.
And for the last 50 years or so, maybe twice a year, when I can’t stand the peace and quiet any longer, I’ve been getting on the train and heading to New York (or another theatrical mecca) by myself, for a theatre binge. The challenge is “How many plays and movies can be squeezed into a 4-night hotel room budget cap?”
On the state of the world and my country, and the responsibility of the theatre world to deal with it, I get angry, frustrated, bewildered, optimistic, defeated, and ready to “bring it on.” It’s probably best for all concerned if I limit my actions to words. If I can’t help myself, I will do that here too.