The best part about playwriting other than all of the other best parts is when a play that’s been living in your head for some time becomes real, and the final and integral ingredient, the proverbial baking soda if you will, the audience, comes to play, and some love it, some hate it, some laugh, some shake their heads aggressively, some fall asleep, but then Larry, approaching 90, grabs your hand after, and says to you, I don’t know what to believe. I don’t know if I believe in heaven. I don’t know what I think or feel. But I didn’t care, because I was there the whole time. I was with it. I was with you. Larry: I’m with you, too, and, if nothing else, this Play’s for you. It’s like a Budweiser but just with way more words.