For Sale

Thirty years in this house.

Living in NYC in the 80's.  With an evolving Broadway career as Producer.
And a funky but affordable (in 1980) apartment that abutted the Plaza Hotel.

A mix of tenants.  "What's the Frequency, Kenneth" - the REM  song inspired by
Dan Rather's mugging - was a case of mistaken identity of fellow tenant Kenny
Shaffer (who had an early satellite hook up with Russia at the end of the Cold
War).

My dog, Grover, was also on Broadway in "Oh, Calcutta."  New Year's Eve
he didn't come home.  Next day he did, coat smelling of cigarettes and whiskey.

Worked in the Kennedy family offices for awhile.  Turned down the production
assistant job on "Dreamgirls."

Fell in love with a guy who owned a house in Stratford, CT while being production
assistant, assistant press agent, assistant stage manager on "Sophisticated Ladies."

Brought two babies home to Stratford.  Lost the NYC apt.  Produced Tony
winning and nominated shows.  Was Room Mother at schools.   Played roulette
with child care.   Cut up worms for the snakes.  Made snow angels and read
"Lord of the Flies."  Cub scouts, homework, kid arrested for graffiti (we were just
trying to express ourselves, mom).

In the interim, Co-produced"Driving Miss Daisy,"  "Buried Child,"  "Last Night of Ballyhoo."
Gambled on a big show (Beach Boys catalog) and lost.

Planted flowers, herbs.  Shoveled snow.  Learned French.  Both sons got into great colleges (minimal financial aid but huge debt).

Became a substance abuse counselor after a child's challenge.

Kinda sorta thought we could do it all.  And did, for a long while.

Now, we're selling the house.  Or trying to.

"Home" Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros