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COPYRIGHT 2001 Liberation Publications, Inc.
September 10, American Airlines Flight 223, Boston to Los Angeles--Returning home from the opening weekend of my play, Letters From 'Nam. Delayed an hour on the tarmac. My partner, Christopher, and I sit and read impatiently. Two friends happen to be on board, and we laugh and complain: "Are we ever gonna get home?" Finally the plane takes off, and soon we're in L.A., safe and sound.
The next morning the phone rings twice at 6 A.M. Who has the nerve to call me this early? Assuming it must be someone from Boston, forgetting the time difference, I ignore it.
My pager rattles on the nightstand. It's a 512 number--my brother in Austin....
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