We’re a traveling performing troupe, with kids in tow as we go.
On the 29th, we were performing in Philly, with a repeat on the 31st. The next gig was in State College, an area where we had performed often and had friends.
We decided not to go back home, and asked for refugee lodging, which was freely offered. We hunkered down while the bubble bubbled, and Conrad made one mad dash back home to grab what we’d be hardest hit to lost forever, mostly files of photos and plays we’d written.
The hours of his drive back and return were as agonizing as his later heart surgery, but both turned out OK.
Chance, and the kindness of others, made it possible for us to be unharmed.
