The Leather Apron Club

I'm not sure if I'm quite smart enough to understand this play. Well, no. I'm smart enough. Maybe not educated enough. In current events. Recent history. Conspiracy theories. But I love trying to keep up.

What was amazing is the tension that ran from beginning to end. Lean forward in my seat to make sure I don't miss anything tension.

At the end of the intermission there was a woman sitting behind me talking to her daughter on the phone. She was half of a little old couple, probably Mom & Dad's age. He'd been hacking up phlegm throughout the first act. Blech.

It seems her daughter's friend's father passed away and she's planning to attend the viewing but it will be a military burial at the Navy base in San Diego. It's a Marine base, I think. Miramar. Joining all of the others that are filling in row after row. Great view of the air show.

He'd been in hospice, this man who passed. He'd been taken home from the hospital and cared for by the wonderful hospice staff. They'd been so respectful to the family, to him. They brought in the equipment, a hospital bed in the living room, so the family could hangout, sharing stories, watching videos. He was surrounded by love.

The picture of this family that I didn't know made me smile. The good folks who work in hospice are nothing less than angels walking the Earth. Not the dicks from Supernatural. The angels who just want to be angels and care for God's strangest creation, humankind.

This has nothing to do with the play. Only with me in my mind. They are never far from my mind.