If I haven’t made it clear (probably due to my having refrained from writing our initials inside the heart), I love David Morse.

I also loved the play. It was well-acted, and nearly perfectly paced–except for the part where the actors were forced to pause while a [expletive]-ing phone with a particularly raucous ringtone rang at a climactic moment. (At least the other two phones that went off earlier were quieter and less ill-timed.)