We finally got through the tunnel and managed to get into a traffic jam waiting for the parking space since we hadn't thought to check exactly where the theater was; we just knew, 45th street between 6th and 7th --- my father and I didn't even know what theater the show, The Best Man, was in --- and so we needlessly drove through Times Square and got stuck waiting for entry into a parking garage. Inexplicably my mother wasn't willing to park on the street. After my father sighed (at the traffic, she and I thought; ``just breathing'', he thought) she suggested we get out and walk, so we got to the show just in time, but my mother would be late.
And then something I never would have expected happened. The play opened with John Larroquette and entourage entering from the back of the theater, so we the audience were primed for stuff not appearing on stage to be part of the story (about the struggle at a brokered convention for the 1960 Generic Political Party candidate for President, with Larroquette one of the three leads). But after a few minutes, in the middle of the audience, was some kind of fuss and confusion and someone stood up, calling, ``We need a doctor, is there a doctor or nurse here?'' Yes, it was a legitimate ``is there a doctor in the house?'' call. Nobody seemed quite sure what to make of it, until Larroquette broke the scene and said, ``House lights. House lights, please, until the lights came on, the curtain came down, and emergency medical technicians were found. The affected woman seemed to have got out walking on her own --- I couldn't tell clearly, and didn't want to stand and peer for obvious reasons --- and after a few minutes came the announcement that it had all been handled. The play resumed from a few lines before the interruption.
The play is promoted as an all-star revival on the Gore Vidal play and ``all-star'' really understates it. Besides John Larroquette (as the leading candidate for the Generic Party nomination), there's also James Earl Jones (as the previous president from the Generic Party), Candice Bergen (as Larroquette's wife), Angela Lansbury (as one of those grand dames of politics that seem to have been around back then), and would have had Michael McKean if he hadn't broken his leg (really), along with lesser but still recognizable names like Eric McCormack and Kerry Butler. Remarkably, Nathan Lane was not actually part of the show, but my mother and Long Island aunt were up for seeing the show anyway.
Trivia: Rhode Island's colonial governor Samuel Cranston was reelected annually from 1697 until his death in 1727. Source: Rhode Island: A History, William G McLoughlin.
Currently Reading: Postsingular, Rudy Rucker. In a plotting stretch for Rucker, some kinds and/or stoners puddle around with software until it threatens puncturing the wall between reality and another dimension. Always fun yet always somehow thin despite the expository bits that ought to be thought-engaging.
PS: Quadratic Stuff In North Carolina, since we can put in some more polynomials. And I may be putting the topic on hold for a while since my (Massachusetts) brother phoned me with an urgent request for information, over something he and his significant other were debating, and I like the problem.