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When I was 9 I found my kickstand rotting off; it seemed to have crept under my bicycle. I asked my brother John to fix it. “There’s two types of people in the world, Mart,” he said, using an abbreviation of my name that means shop or store. “People who need kickstands and people who don’t.” I [...] Once I directed a pub crawl version of Sean O’Casey’s “The Plough And the Stars” in Boston. Plays performed in bars are an Irish tradition, and the scene from O’Casey’s play about the 1916 Easter Rising was even more appropriate because it took place in a bar while the uprising commenced outside. Anyway, I cast an [...] Partially because of the faerie problem, and partially because I have been coveting Martha’s Vineyard real estate (it’s the type of coveting free of the ability to procure it), I have been thinking about a particular phrase of William Butler Yeats in his description of his intended digs on Innisfree. I WILL [...] The last time I took this ferry was three years ago today. TAARG was pregnant but she didn’t know it (though she had thrown up in Burlington the day before, we paid it no mind because that’s one of the things people do in Burlington). Greetings from the island of Mothra’s Vineyard. The last two weeks have been a crazy joyride of Singapore performances, visiting friends and family, eating and drinking, traveling to places with great sentimental value, and not seeing any snow. |
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