This week, my grandmother died of complications from Alzheimer's disease. She was 90. It was expected. But, you never really do expect these things. It's always a punch to the gut. This week also happens to coincide with the anniversary of the 2001 terrorist attacks in the USA. I lived in New York City in 2001. I watched the attacks happen from the roof of the apartment I was subletting in Williamsburg. I've gotten to the point where I don't think about those strange days, but with all the media coverage every year around this time, it's kind of hard not to. I've spent a lot of time this past week thinking about loss. And memories. And legacy.
This week's play is titled Gramercy and is a two-hander that takes place in Gramercy Park, in downtown Manhattan. It's a private park that is only accessible by key, and it seemed a good place to set a play that is about the privacy (and primacy) of loss.
Sorry to hear about your loss, Bonnie. I just read this week's play. I really love the dialogue, you know where it's going but you want to hear how it gets there. I think that my aunt showed me this park through the bars leading into it when I visited her in New York as a small one, could be one of those mismemories though. Either way I think a hidden park in NYC is the perfect setting and I'm glad that I got to spend a little time on 9/11/12 reading this blog post and your play. Love.
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