Another day, another night, another play and this time the show was part of The Rep series, Ignite! Actually, more of a reading than a performance, this festival features new scripts out loud. Like the night before, this event was also in Grand Center, around the block from the Fox, at KWMU, the local NPR affiliate.
“Hurricane Colleen” was written by Tammy Ryan. Her previous work, “Molly’s Hammer”, was also an Ignite! reading, before graduating to The Rep stage. That play told the story of Molly Rush of the Ploughshares Eight and the events surrounding the 1980 attack on nuclear missile nose cones at the GE plant, in King of Prussia, PA. Since, we had attended both of those venues and with this evening that made us official Tammy Ryan groupies. After this reading, we spoke with Ms. Ryan. Anne was able to mention Carl Hiaasen, whose novels set in south Florida reminded us of Doyle, one of the characters in her current play.
Based upon Ryan’s own life experiences, “Hurricane Colleen” tells the story of two sisters meeting to bury a third. The setting is a beach house in Florida. Four equity actors comprised the cast and portray the two sisters, Maggie and Rosemary Lynch, Doyle, Maggie’s roommate and Ed, Rosemary’s husband. Ed and Rosemary are members of the 1%, while Maggie and Doyle are decidedly not. All of them though, each in their own way, are just barely scraping by. Colleen, the deceased sister, shares titular billing with an approaching hurricane. What could go wrong with a weekend at the beach?
The Pineapple Express spent the day spraying down my Californian vacation, again. This had been forecasted, but who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without the misery of knowing about it beforehand. Rather than just mope about all day, just talking about the weather and watching the rain, we decided to get out. Anne and I enlisted Dad and Chris to come with us, giving us the titular three men. Siri served as robot and Toonces was the cat.
Not knowing where we were going, naturally I drove. Today’s outing was to the Monterey Museum of Art, which as it turns out none of us had ever been to and no one had a very clear idea of where it was. It didn’t help that the museum had two separate locations. I use my phone to navigate, even to places where I have been many times before. It helps with traffic. We all tried to do this navigation in our heads, Dad, Chris, me and Siri and we all arrive at different results, and ended up jeering at one another in the end.
My Dad’s house is situated on a road that runs along a ridgeline. The southern side of this road has a steep, almost cliff-like drop-off, which would be perfect for anyone of the finales for the enumerable SNL renditions of Toonces the Driving Cat. Unfortunately, when I really needed that cliff, I found myself in downtown Monterey. We must not think of the things we could do with, but only of the things that we can’t do without. We safely parked at the museum.
In life, I have always noticed that it is the fixed idea of each member of family that he is doing everything. The art museum was a little underwhelming, especially for such a vibrant artist community. It didn’t help that its main gallery was vacated at the moment. Monterey is such an outdoors oriented community that after the aquarium there really isn’t all that much to do on a rainy day.
Fortunately, Colton Hall is just across the street. This historic hall was the largest building west of the Rockies when it was first built. It has served as the city hall, a schoolhouse and most famously where the California constitution was written and ratified. Its curator was a genial and informative man. Such is life, and we are but as grass that is cut down, and put into the oven and baked into bread again. Apologies to Jerome K. Jerome and in advance to my family for this post. It is my attempt at humor and was not intended to offend.
The Monterey Aquarium is a world-class institution that I like to visit regularly and I am always able to find something new to see there. Exhibit A, the above pictured Sand crab. Located at the western end of the second floor, in s a tiny tank, about a dozen members of this species were on display. Filter-feeders that are constantly waving their antennae. They live in the splash zone on beaches and feed on plankton in the water. When threatened, they burrow into the sand.
Today’s forecast threatened rain, but in the end it never did. The aquarium was mobbed with school field trips, but we persisted. Dad wanted to make clam chowder for dinner tonight. So, I started fishing out some clams from one of the tanks. Anne and Dad ran interference for me with the docents, while I stuffed them in my bag, but eventually we were booted from the premises. Afterwards, we walked down Canary Row to Ghirardelli’s, for some ice cream. There is nothing like fresh seafood, even if it is “farm” raised seafood.