Friday, August 08, 2008

twelfth time's a charm

Twelve years ago, right about now, the New York International Fringe Festival went from a big idea to an actual thing in the world.

I'll never forget that first day, or more, that first night. Everyone buzzing around the Piano Store, strangers buying tickets, money going back and forth. I sent my Mom to work a box office at the Tenement Museum, hoping she'd come back alive. This was back in '97 before Orchard became Madison Avenue South.

So godspeed to all you young Fringers and god bless to all you older, wiser festival boddhisatvas down there and Gob love you all for keeping it going.

If you come down to Fringe Central, find me.

I'll be the guy selling T-shirts.

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