The playwrights sat down today with George White, center, who founded the O’Neill at the ripe age of 27, and 50 years later as of next year, it’s still going.  High five, George! There he is center with a young and eager Michael Douglas, who I’ve decided haunts my room, in that way in which he’s still alive, but somehow visits me in spirit and tells me Good Job today, Brunstetter as I fall asleep, which justifies why last night I slept for ten hours. George is wise and inspiring. Two notable facts:  The staged reading itself was actually INVENTED here in 1965, as well as the idea and use of a dramaturg (George stole this term from Brecht, but they’d never been used in the US before.) I just. It’s just really cool to finally be here, and remember all that came before / feel a part of that history.  Thanks, plays, thanks, George C. White, and lastly, thanks, the ghost of Michael Douglas. I’ll see you tonight.