I was fortunate enough to see P at the LA in its opening run at the Hasty Pudding
in Cambridge, summer of 1994. It's held up quite well in my opinion. Maybe I don't
get out enough, but I thought it was brilliant theater at the time and it's only
improved in retrospect. Martin was ahead of the curve with the final gimmick in
the play, which I won't spoil here.
L.A. Story is in my top ten and I've never lived there.
Keith Dawson firstname.lastname@example.org
Layer of ash separates morning and evening milk.