Dan Fingerman and I are from the same town on Long Island. We’re both playwrights. We’re both activists. We’re both out and proud. We even both live in the same part of New York City. But believe it or not, Dan Fingerman and I had never actually met, at least not face to face.
In Maine we did a lot of talking. We talked about jobs we’d had. We talked about bad meetings we’d gone to. We talked about advertising. We cooked and we talked.