Word: master
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...realism and sensitivity. Da is irresistible because its love has charmisma: it is cheery and optimistic, cute and funny, honest and poignant. Superbly acted by Barnard Hughes, who played the title role 549 times of Broadway before hitting the road, this version of Da exemplifies the work of a master playwright who not only listened to the voices in his head but understood their meaning as well...
Maclaughlin laces his boots, puts on his jump suit, goggles and helmet. As jump master, he oversees the strapping in of the first three he will guide out of the plane. He picks three of us and indifferently directs us toward the suit up area. He kids us although we are grim faced and jokes with his comrades with the same type of wildness that would make him chuckle and shrug when hearing of a chain saw massacre...
...plane's engine coughs and sputters, its pilot sitting at the controls with a frayed Red Sox cap and a parachute. "Let's go," he yells. The jump master arranges us in a small Cessna with flaking paint. I sit next to the pilot, my back to the controls, staring out the window of the door through which I will soon exit. I watch as the plane rumbles down the runway, lifts and spirals over the center, the lakes, the large clumps and bands of trees and the long strings of high tension wires. The master standing at the door...
...door whips open. The jump master leans out the door, the wind kneads his face, ripples slowly run from the base of his nose to the bottom of his chin. He smiles, a grotesque smile with the wind flapping his lips at a palpitating rate, the setting sun giving them an orange-red glow. "Step out," he says. I move one hand out the door but it is forced back inside by the wind. I try again, grasping onto the wing strut. I force my feet out on the step, the first and last step, pivot, face forward and raise...
...earth is a mere blot, darkened at sunset and dotted with strings of insignificant lights and shadows. The propeller whirls, forcing air through my mouth, adrenalin through my system. I feel a light tap on my shoulder and I jump, thinking it is the jump master giving me the signal. "Where the hell is he going?" the jump master asks. "I don't know where he's going," my friend yells with a grimace, "you're the jump master...