The only thing disappointing about an evening of theatre like last night’s Hoodies Up! is that it only happens once and then it’s gone forever. I suppose that’s part of what makes it special. I certainly felt blessed to watch some truly gift actors bring back to life a cherished chapter from my days working in D.C. Witnessing such miracles is one of the unique perks of being playwright that helps explain my continuing gluttony for its punishments.
Because it is unlikely that my contribution to last night’s offerings will ever be staged again, I offer the script here to anyone who missed it and might want to check it out in script form.