Got roped into seeing a play after Jack said, "No way. Call Wally." But it actually turned out to be entertaining. A written synopsis would sound incredibly sappy, but it was kind of moving. Pretty well acted, decent production values, and the conventions of theater acting, you know, "emoting" and "projecting", weren't so annoying. The only bad part, except for having to wear a tie, was having to descend into the lair of the beast. Centerville Turnpike. You know what I'm talkin bout. You could almost taste the slick superficial piety, hear the diamond-laden planes overhead. Of course, it could be worse. I could live next door to Uncle Pete.