So, yes, I used to play volleyball with Doug, in Lincoln Park, the section of the park with the totem pole, out where the grass meets the rocks piled up for Lake Michigan to crash up against. Those rocks and that lake are in this play!
But no volleyball. It's a murder mystery. A "poetic thriller."
And it is a thrill!
3 comments:
Great about the poetry and murder, though too bad there's no volleyball in involved. It sounds wonderful.
Pondering a play that includes volleyball. Just read a theater company blurb about a playwright who wrote a play to be performed for a nude audience. Where would one keep the ticket stub?
That play sounds right up my alley. Wish I could see it.
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