It all started with Sandy. Manhattan has been the backdrop of abundant apocalyptic scenes in feature films (and, sadly, in reality on 9/11). A big ape, a whole range of aliens, and even a tsunami (in Deep Impact, 1998) have inflicted major damage on a future version of New York City. But not many people would have imagined that the flooding following the 2012 hurricane could bring the city almost completely to a standstill.
I still remember when I got notice. Flashing in my inbox one afternoon in May, I was told I would be a participant in the 39th Annual Samuel French OOB Festival, a yearly event in NYC that features thirty aspiring playwrights and their one act plays. The news was thrilling; I had submitted plays to the festival three years in a row. Every year came back a nay-say. By 2014, I had essentially written off my chances.
Deborah Zoe Laufer (which is what my friend Deb is called in playbills) is a completely present person, a self-professed science geek with a small army of beautiful frogs, each of whom she loves as much as any friend. She has a husband and two kids, and they are that rare nuclear family that can be enjoyed as individuals or all at once.