Amphibian Stage Productions

Well it’s over.  I couldn’t get my contact lenses to cooperate for Sunday’s show and so my last Broadway memories are a bit blurry but I suppose that’ll just hasten it fading away into oblivion.  No I’m not in the slightest bit saddened by it being over, he said meekly.

Several came off the stage sobbing.  Several Broadway debuts for this show but also a general consensus that it was a good show with good people which apparently isn’t always the case.  At the after-party everyone was feeling a bit exhausted and everpresent so I was able to have meaningful conversations with everyone, even those I might have been a distance from, but more often than not I found myself sitting and listening and smiling as I looked out across the candle lit interior of Un-Deux-Trois.  It’s funny when you know you’re somewhere that will live in your memories.  Memory itself tricks you (thanks Tennessee) and somehow if you know you’re somewhere that you’ll remember your mind seems to do the same thing in present time.

After the party Doug Stender and I went to our agent’s holiday party.  A fitting end to this entire adventure was to see guru teacher Bill Esper, my mentor and constant inspiration, seated near the rear of the back room!  He was with his wife and another friend.  They sat facing me.  Through the dozens of revelers I tentatively approached and politely intervened and after appropriately greeting them, finally confided to him where I was coming from.  A great big smile came across his face and his voice arced up and replied “That’s wonderful!”