Eugene's showcase never happened. We couldn't settle on a play. He was waiting tables and actinf in a lot of things, but I told him I was sick of seeing crap where he was the only good actor. The rock-bottom was a commedia dell'arte group on Wall Street run by a fool of a director, but Peggy and her parents were there the same night I was, and we all ended up riding the subway back uptown. My ultimatum about crap plays to him occurred the following week, and we never spoke again.
One day, some time later, Peggy called me and told me that Eugene and she had split up and he had moved to Los Angeles. She also asked me to come to East 80th Street for lunch. So, I went; I was curious.