Quartet at Colonial Players
“I was somebody once.”
“We were all somebody once.”
“I thought I was somebody now.”
What do you do when your life doesn’t pan out the way you thought it would? Do you mourn? Rage? Retreat to memory (at least, as long as your memory holds)? Or do you find the humor and accept life on life’s terms? Set in the solarium of an English country house turned home for the aging,