Tomorrow the Missus and I are doing something she does regularly and I do rarely. We are going to see a Broadway show. Excepting "Springsteen on Broadway", which I saw twice, I cannot recall when I last saw a live theatrical Broadway performance. Once upon a lifetime ago, Margaret and I saw "Phantom of the Opera". Also in a galaxy located in the general neighborhood of far, far away, I was a chaperone on Rob's 8th grade class trip, which included a performance of "Footloose". If there was even one trip between those two musicals and my two pilgrimages to see the Poet Laureate of Freehold, the memory of same is lost forever.
I have never seen a Broadway play. My maiden shall break tomorrow. For Christmas, Margaret bought me tickets to see Aaron Sorkin's "To Kill A Mockingbird". Harper Lee's book is one that I have always enjoyed and Gregory Peck's performance at Atticus Finch in the film adaptation was, to me, whatever exists in the realm beyond extraordinary. As a person who loves Sorkin's work ("Newsroom", "A Few Good Men", "West Wing", and the underappreciated "Sports Night", to name a few), I am interested to see his interpretation of Lee's story.
This production currently stars Ed Harris as Atticus Finch. Candidly, I know so little about how things work in the world of Broadway productions that I do not know whether Harris performs in the Saturday matinee. Playbill identifies Chrisopher Innvar as Mr. Harris's understudy. I suppose, therefore, Margaret and I may see Mr. Innvar playing the part of Atticus Finch in tomorrow's performance.
One thing is certain, while I do not know whether the part of Atticus Finch shall be played by Mr. Harris or by Mr. Innvar, I know by whom it shall not be played.
Not tomorrow. Not on any day thereafter.
-AK
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