August Wilson writes a good play: "Death ain't nothin' but a fastball on the outside corner." So says Troy Maxson, born twenty years too soon, in Fences, one of Wilson's 10 plays about growing up Negro in the America of the 20th century. This one takes place in the 50s. The only clanger I heard was someone complaining about kids having different parents, etc: that wasn't generally true in the black community 'til the 60s and after. This is one of his best, though I haven't seen them all yet. Does the guy above look familiar? Like a guy who was a regular on "Night Court?" Well, you are right, that is Charles Robinson. He did well.
We had dinner at the Ashland Bistro Cafe, near to the square in downtown Ashland. Both the clam linguine and the veal scallopini were worth commenting on. Excellent.
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