I am, however, a bit melancholy, this morning. I had a dream that I was working at Goodspeed, and one of the young men on the crew was Brad Johnson, who worked there the summer of 1998, and someone I was quite fond of. The dream was very strange, but I woke thinking of Brad. He moved to New York after his summer at Goodspeed was over in late 1998, and he worked on some scenery loading in for the Puiblic Theatre and a few other jobs. The last time I saw him, sometime in 1999 or 2000, he told me he was leavingleaving New York and I lost track of him. I have tried to locate him for years, just to know he was okay.
As Annabelle once told me, I don’t want to spend every day of my life wondering where you are, if you’re cold, if you’re hungry, if you’re happy, if you’re even alive.