Thursday, August 27, 2020

One more day....

until my next encounter with the medical world. Tomorrow  morningI see another doctor from another hospital and present him with the information about the situation and my c t report. How did that happen? By sheer luck, my downstairs neighbor and friend works for one of the major hospital systems in the area. When I told her about my medical situation, she sprang into action.  Using my directory we found in doctor at Northwell and arranged the appointment. She did most of the work; she is most assertive in this field. Still, she insisted that I contact my hospital and asked (actually she said "insist") that they give me a copy of my recent C T scan and Pathology report. This got me anxious---was it right to do this? She assured me this was done all the time, so I did contact my gastroenterologists office and ask for the material. I thought it would be difficult, but yesterday they had it ready for me, so I picked it up. Now there is nothing more to do except wait until tomorrow.

Took a walk earlier today---my head flooded with memories of the play Blues For Mr. Charlie, by James Baldwin, spring and summer of 1964. Part of the short lived, Actors Studio Theater project.  A very powerful piece, a young black man is killed by a working class white man in the south. The play then traces the events leading up to the killing and then shoots ahead to its aftermath---the trial of the white man who did it. Al Freeman Jr. played the young black man---one of the most inspiring and meaningful performances that i have ever seen. He had a scene with Diana Sands, who played his girlfriend, in Act I of the play. The second time I saw it, I was sitting in the front row orchestra---I watched the two of them work together---the vibe between them was incredible; they were so relaxed yet so specific in their energy.  I saw Ms. Sands play Beneatha in A Raisin in the Sun, twice, so I already knew how great she was. Rip Torn played the white guy and Pat Hingle, an actor I always admired, played his closest friend, a lawyer who wants to mediate between the black and white community. 

Why did my memories of seeing this play shoot up at me this morning in such a specific way. It may have been my reaction to the sports boycotts that have taken place as a protest to the James Blake shooting in Kenosha. I heard a lot of talk about that and the possible NBA boycott ( that did not happen) on some early morning radio sports shows. Without getting deeply into it, let's just say I am happy that the players took a stand. 

All for now---24 hours from now, I should have some different information. Will report soon.


1 comment:

Unknown said...

You are a brilliant director. Why don't you direct a play starring you in which you triumph over the all of life's trivia or alternately get the hell out of NYC but maybe you and New York City belong together with all the trivia and all the homeless people. Gotta love that trivia. Bon Nuit