I remember the time me, Jeff, Grandpa Uno, and a homeless guy named Bill Palansky improvised our own version of Krapp's Last Tape. God, Grandpa Uno shouted at the top of his lungs - stifling the passers-by of Kennedy Plaza: "May the excrement fly!!" It was a gut-wrenching performance, and perhaps the deciding factor in why Jeff became an actor.
Jeffrey reminded me of how Grandpa Uno used to take us to see Samuel Beckett plays at the Providence Performing Arts Center, and once introduced the "Samuel Beckett Will Never Die Pie" at Pizzeria Uno.
ReplyDeleteThe man loved Beckett.