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Happy days at summer night

On my first birthday after moving to DC, I walked around in town with a copy of Happy Days. At Sheridan Circle, I sat down and finished my reading. Since then every time I walk past here, I cannot help thinking it’d be a perfect place to stage Samuel Beckett’s absurd play at summer night.

I have seen the play in a theater with the female protagonist buried in a dirt mound starting at her waist and then all the way to the neck, but this stone platform looks better and would be more convenient. Read more