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Poker was the steadiest and most spectated game, as the makeshift card-board table and airline deck were both well worn out by the end of the trip. Regulars included Steve "Rich get richer" Baloff, Dick "Go for the flush" Emerson, Rob "What's Steve King's number" Alevizos, Timmy "Nay, I don't want to play this" Clifford, and indentured slave Jim Keyte...
...previous scene's show-stopper. Andrew Dorsey's lighting is extremely well-defined, further illuminating the depth of director Carpenter's compositions, and someone handles the moving spotlight very adeptly. Little flourishes spice the proceedings; when Diane Nabatoff mounts the stairs to a perch on the top deck while singing "I Get A Kick Out of You," the spotlight catches the side of the Dunster Dining Hall chandelier, casting its shadow on the piece of set below her. Intentional? Maybe, maybe not, but one thing is clear: the angles are on the side of this show...
Perhaps encouraged by a smiling Anita Bryant on the billboard above, the golfers' wives re-boarded the bus with bags of real oranges to eat and sourvenir plastic oranges to keep, while Redhead June fidgetted, bumping her knees to the Rolling Stones' "Bitch" that blared from my cassette deck...
...common human feelings than most American men would choose to be. In spite of this his diary is never sentimental, self-pitying or gratuitously bitter. His anger at medical and educational bureaucracies, even at a fate that has dealt him what he calls "the joker in the bourgeois deck," is always tempered by stoic irony. "Instead of being a driven writer," he notes, "I have become a driving writer." Entry for Sept. 22, 1976, two days after Greenfeld's play I Have a Dream opened to rave reviews on Broadway: "It's a good thing...
...roads lead to rum and last month they went down to Winter Haven, Florida, chasing the Red Sox Spring Training Tan. They didn't really arrive until the day they wandered out on this teak-wood deck with an ocean view and thatched umbrellas over the ashtray tables where you set the kind of Caribbean concoctions that come in gutted coconuts and topless pineapples; that was when, with the help of a little juice, Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville music came marimba-ing out of the loudspeakers. This is Florida, man! You may not be no pith helmet, mama honey...