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...watched as the ER staff gathered around him, wielding scalpels, needles and spare blood. I watched as they hooked him up to a bunch of machines I didn't understand, and I watched when he died four hours later. His body was covered, his toe was tagged and his medical bill was mailed to the hospital accounting office...
...backache. (Who doesn't?) Your spouse says go to the doctor, but you don't really have a doctor. The local hospital has a walk-in clinic, but that means waiting, X rays, blood tests, waiting again -- this time in a backless paper dress -- only to be handed a bunch of insurance forms and a prescription for pills that make you logy. Your back still hurts, so you're referred to a fancy specialist. More X rays. More insurance forms. More waiting in a backless paper gown, followed by talk of disk surgery from a doctor who looks...
...that familiar old TV theme. Or perhaps we should say, "Aaarggh, that cursed song again!" Just which reaction you have may define your place on the ! '90s generational spectrum. For the twenty-something crowd, the opening strains of The Brady Bunch -- the early '70s sitcom about two single-parent families that merge into one wholesome household -- recall a corny-but-lovable TV companion from childhood. For those with longer memories, it is a reminder of the insipid depths to which TV's family shows sank in the years between Leave It to Beaver and the Norman Lear revolution...
...Robert Reed) and Alice, the wisecracking maid (Ann B. Davis) -- has puttered along in reruns ever since the show's cancellation in 1974 after five seasons on ABC. Now it has re-emerged, on the stage, in a bizarre bit of media reversal called The Real Live Brady Bunch. Mounted by a Chicago alternative- theater troupe, the show is alarmingly simple in concept. Episodes of the old sitcom are merely re-enacted, scene for scene, line for line. (A new episode is performed every week; a game-show parody fills out the evening...
Quite enough. The Real Live Brady Bunch opened at Chicago's Annoyance Theater in June 1990 and ran for 14 months to packed houses. This fall it moved to New York City, where it is drawing enthusiastic crowds at that haven of hip, the Village Gate. The audience roars in recognition, laughs at all the dumb lines and sometimes shouts them out before the actors. "We hated the show then and we hate it now," said one recent visitor, "but it's very funny...