our_town jennifer I used to use this as a literary piece in high school Spalding Gray: Often, when you do a long run of a play, in this case Our Town, you have what I like to call a unifying accident, in which something so strange happens in the play, that it suddenly unites the audience in the realization that we are all here together at this one moment in time. It's not television. It's not the movies. And it probably will never be repeated ever again. It happened as I was speaking of the dead and I say, "And they stay here while the earth part of them burns away, burns out....They're waitin' for something they feel is comin'. Something important and great...." As I say this, I turn and gesture to them, waiting, and, just as I turn and gesture, the little eleven-year-old boy playing Wally Webb projectile vomits! Like a hydrant it comes, hitting some of the dead on their shoulders! The other dead levitate out of their chairs, in total shock, around him and drop back down. Franny Conroy, deep in her meditative trance, is slowly wondering, "Why is it raining on stage?" The little boy flees from his chair, vomit pouring from his mouth. Splatter. Splatter. Splatter, I'm standing there. My knees are shaking. The chair is empty. The audience is thunderstruck! There is not a sound coming from them, except for one little ten-year-old boy in the eighth row. He knows what he saw and he is LAUGHING! At this point, I don't know whether to be loyal to Thornton Wilder and go on with the next line as written, or attempt what might be one of the most creative improvs in the history of American theatre. At last I decide to be loyal to Wilder and simply go on with the next line, and I turn to the empty chair and say: "Aren't they waitin' for the eternal part of them to come out clear?" 010130 ... guitar_freak Strange we were just reading that today. That town is much like my own. Right down to the milkman. Scary. 010131 ... andie such a long time since i thought about that play about that time in my life when i was mrs. webb making an invisible breakfast in a kitchen no one could see sometimes i guess... i feel like that's what i'm still doing copyright 2004 040202 ... newme i saw it a while back paul newman was great i watch too much pbs 040715 ... jennifer funny how even today, I still have the image of you stringing invisible beans. I wish you weren't invisible but maybe I saw you at wal-mart 070706 ... fo I live in a town called... clerbloinkula AHAHAHA!!!!!!! 070707 ... forsaken by a toaster I live in a town called... clerbloinkula AHAHAHA!!!!!!! 070707 what's it to you? who go blather from