A dream no doubt triggered by the fact that, thanks to DR Iris, I am supposed to meet up with a couple I call the Lunts of Lexington Ave, as I first saw them in a production of Drood near my sister’s upper east side apartment in the year 1996. I would later dabble in acting with this troupe, the St. Jean’s Players, and work my way up to directing one-acts, then entire musicals. I directed either of this couple in Salad Days and our OOBR-award winning Where’s Charley?
I don’t know if the OOBRs still exist, but it was quite the little feather in the cap of this group who performed on the stage of a gym of an ancient Catholic girls school.