A blur of days ago I stuffed 10 tons of Jolly Ranchers into a suitcase and
headed east, New York to Boston to London to pick up my actress and her
extremely large Great Dane, then on to Edinburgh and the Fringe. I'm here
despite a pilot who needed emergency surgery just before take off; despite
the suitcase filled with you-know-whats that had to be trucked up stairs,
down stairs, through London tubes, onto a train, then up endless flights to
our flat in Edinburgh.

I'm here, with my intrepid actress, Wendy Peace, and her intrepid Great Dane,
Cooper, who needed to be folded like origami to fit on the train (the dog,
not the actor). We hit the ground running, or rather standing in lines at
the media event to pitch our play. Seven and a half hours of standing,
without food or drink (though free beer was temptingly nearby). Good
training, I kept telling myself. For what I'm not sure. Wait. Yes. Training
for intrepidity -- a must for Fringers.

I've already met an amazing assortment of theater people from all over the
world and Minnesota. New York clowns immersed themselves in local lore
right off by climbing to watch the Tattoo. Two companies of puppeteers from
London charmed this somewhat (ahem) older playwright, bringing tea and
sharing their puppets' backstories. A young comic, newly split from his
girlfriend, poured his heart out about chucking his conventional job and
going for it in the Free Fringe. Stand-up comics are intrepid.

I need a spreadsheet to plan a course of action to see as much as possible
while still flyering and getting ready for our show, LISTEN! THE RIVER,
which opens August 13. Why the Great Dane? Why the Jolly Ranchers? 



Stay tuned for more tidbits from inside this huge whirlwind that is the Edinburgh Fringe.
 


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