I was glad to see this panel recycled since I wasn't able to post on the day it was first used. Back in the 1990s, when I was a young bohemian interning at the Manhattan Theatre Club, I lived on 15th Street right across from Stuyvesant Square Park in a third floor walk up that I was subletting from a friend for next-to-nothing a month. It was a beautiful time, and while Stuyvesant Road appears to be a short little avenue in the East Village, it wasn't far away, and I'm just happy to think that I've walked the same streets that Dawn and Hugo are now exploring. If they follow in my figurative footsteps, they'll never see each other again.
Sunday, May 3, 2020
Saturday, May 2, 2020
Thursday, April 30, 2020
Wednesday, April 29, 2020
Mary Worth 3353
"Oh, Dawn, do you know how difficult it is for a guy like me to stay faithful in a country like France? But you begged and begged for a long distance relationship. Merci d'avoir perdu mon temps. Thanks for wasting my time."
Tuesday, April 28, 2020
Monday, April 27, 2020
Mary Worth 3351
Maybe tomorrow she can choke on her words and take a sip of water, and perhaps on Wednesday, she can excuse herself to use the rest room. I'm sure there are plenty of ways to stretch this out through the quarantine.
Saturday, April 25, 2020
Friday, April 24, 2020
Mary Worth 3348
Again, seeking clarity from an elevated vantage point. True fact, one of the boulders in Central Park is named "Worthless Boulder."
Thursday, April 23, 2020
Mary Worth 3347
So far, we've done the High Line, the Empire State Building, the Freedom Tower, and the Statue of Liberty, all places with great views, but apparently, Dawn is still seeking clarity. Today she looks like she's happy again. She even put on that cheap little seashell Hugo gave to her.
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Monday, April 20, 2020
Mary Worth 3344
Ze French hearts, zey are so much more résilient zan ze American hearts.
Something tells me, he isn't going to take it as hard as you think. He tried to end things before he left, you begged him to "do long distance," so he spent the night and then headed off to France. Now I assume you're staying with him while he enjoys an American business trip. He's using you girl. Get out of there fast.
Saturday, April 18, 2020
Mary Worth 3343
Definitely not the cheapest show in town.
Mrs. Wanders and I went to see Hamilton in Philadelphia last fall. I felt no need to compare it to other shows. We loved it even though our back-of-the-house seats were pretty pricey. But we had this crazy experience. The show started, and this group of about eight women sitting behind us kept talking, and it was distracting. They weren't directly behind us, they were behind the couple to my right, and the women were sitting four-and-four, four people on the row behind us, and four behind them. They'd clearly gone for drinks and were feeling pretty relaxed. One lady kept asking everyone in her group what the actors were saying, and I thought, if you'd stop talking and listen you could understand. It seemed like they had no idea what they were attending, and I started to believe they'd won their tickets on a radio contest. At one point, one of them started playing a video on her phone, but pretty quickly turned off the sound. Still! I turned to give them the stink eye once or twice, but to no avail.
When the lights came up for intermission, the lady sitting next to me turned to me and looked at me as if to say, "Help." I said, "Are they bothering you as much as they are bothering us?" She said she had kept turning around, and even asked them to be quiet, to no avail. That's when I took action, not for me, but for the couple sitting directly in front of them. I stood up, looked at the group and said in my most intensely restrained Dad voice, "You Have Got To Stop Talking During the Performance. It is Rude and ruining the show for everyone else." They all froze and stared at me, and then all of them got really quiet, and some were even embarrassed. The others around us were clearly on my side. I sat down, and the husband of the woman next to me leaned over and said, "If you want to do that during the second act, I've got your back."
But it was completely quiet behind us during the last half. I turned around to discover eight empty seats.
Folks, even if your tickets are free, please don't talk during live performances. It is incredibly rude. Also, don't compare it to French cabaret. It isn't fair, since nothing can compare to French cabaret.
Friday, April 17, 2020
Mary Worth 3341
"I prefer 2001: l'odyssée de l'espace."
So now we can extrapolate the lag time between Story to Print. The Sony slash Star Wars pop-up exhibit in New York ran last December when anyone could enjoy NYC (In fact, my family did). There's a pandemic coming, and these two kids don't even know. When Dawn has to start video chatting with both Hugo AND Jared, that's when it will get real.
Thursday, April 16, 2020
Mary Worth 3340
I know that when I go to Marseilles, I'm going to order chicken and waffles first thing. I mean, I'm in France - so of course I'm ordering American food.
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Mary Worth 3339
"Okay, now that you've flown across the continent and booked a hotel room at your own expense, I will spend all day working and then in my limited 'down time,' I can do some stuff with you."
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Monday, April 13, 2020
Mary Worth 3337
Because if we know one thing about Dawn, it's her decisiveness in matters of the heart. This trip to New York will clear up everything.
Thursday, April 9, 2020
Mary Worth 3334
But do you, Dawn? Do you, really? I mean, you really don't have clarity yet. Get clarity first. I suspect Jared would hardly know you're missing. Once you have clarity, then you can tell him.
Wednesday, April 8, 2020
Mary Worth 3333
Since April 3, Dawn has been been convinced that seeing Hugo will help her find clarity. She keeps repeating it in her mind. Something tells me it isn't going to work. Hugo's not a swami on a mountain top, and Dawn is no George Harrison.



















