Last day? Playwrights hit the beach.
When you ask me what it is that I am mourning, kicked out into the real world as I have been, I say: Look at this. You’d want to stay too.

O’Neill tradition – right after your first performance, everyone goes to the pub and the playwright has to hammer the playbill into the wall. This affords excellent entertainment for anyone who ever wanted to see somebody hammer their fingers/ drop shit everywhere / get a thumb-tack in the face. Here I am, managing to not kill anybody. Which, at a certain point, is really all you can ever ask for.
…Another name for your Size-of-My Entire-Hand Moth may be Pandorus Sphinx, Eumorpha pandorus, wingspan approx 3 1/4 to a little over 4 1/2 …Their caterpillars eat grape leaves and Virginia creeper, and Ampelopsis, whatever that is. — Mom