Why Tuesday Never Has a Blue Monday

Between the irate woman, threatening to call the police and have us evicted, the acupuncture place pulling our lights, and a couple of regulars wandering around, beating their chests, suggesting that they too can be animals, it's hard to tell where life ends and drama/spectacle begins. But, then, why bother. So far it's a wonderfully exhilarating, liberating ride. As my friend, Ron Jones said, after happening upon our scene, Friday night: "Finally New York is doing something great, again." It's about time.

It was such a treat to meet playwright, Robert Heide last night, just passing by. Hope he'll come again, down the road.

Michelle Beshaw