Post Script

I have a plastic tub in my attic where I keep old scripts. I don't like to get rid of old drafts of things, just in case. If I ever print them out, I'm sure to keep a copy in that tub.

For the past few years, whenever I direct a show my script becomes a testimony to the development of the play -- covered with blocking notes, edits and additions. To me, this is the ultimate keepsake of mounting a show.

And, ceremoniously, when I'm done, the script gets retired to the tub in the attic.

Last night I paid a visit to the theatre where we just closed "When Hell Freezes Over" a few days ago. We had a nice chat with Debbie and go the update on Rene and his newly removed kidney, and took the opportunity to remove the sound equipment. I guess this is as close to closure as we could get with this show. Due to the snow, we had no closing night, no cast party ... it just faded out.

But I still have my closure. My tub ritual. I figure if I ever really make it big, that tub will be of a lot of interest. But for now, it's my museum.

With luck, I'll be visiting the tub again soon.