Okay, it's opening night and I'm still trying to scoop up the viscous jelly that oozed out of the open orifices of my head as a result of last night's downright evil drive to the theatre: 40 minutes to get from the 395 exit on I-95 to the MLK Boulevard exit on 395 (two, three miles total), and the discovery of a badly damaged radio antenna on my ( Read more... )