PLAYWRIGHT'S NOTE — continued

Now, I'm a New Yorker living in Westchester. I'm still trying to get used to the rules. And no less than three people asked me what happened to my flag. What happened to it, where is it now, and when am I putting it back up. And they meant it. And as awful as the whole thing was, the world suddenly gone mad, it also struck me as a little funny.

So I started writing. In its first draft, there were ENDLESS monologues about Gulf War Syndrome. I had that problem where every single shocking thing I learned HAD to be in the play. And it was pretty tiresome. So, little by little I carved it away, so that mostly what's left is play. At least, I hope so. And I'm also hoping that there's enough left to get a few people who see it frothing at the mouth. So that they'll start Googling too. And talking about it. Less than a year ago we weren't "allowed" to talk about any of the country's ugly secrets. Or even any of the things that were right out in the open. I think that's beginning to change. People are starting to talk again.

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