Water, Water Everywhere
I first met many of my relatives in a tunnel underneath Lincoln Center Theater. They had been watching the matinee of Comedy of Errors and recognized me, a long lost cousin, on stage. After the final bow, I got out of costume and headed out the tunnel only to find a mob of strangers blocking my way. A small women stepped out of the crowd and said, “We’re your cousins,” to which I said, … Read More







