Message-ID: <22371573.1075840374902.JavaMail.evans@thyme> Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 13:11:35 -0800 (PST) From: s.schnitzer@worldnet.att.net To: pama9@flash.net, tdepaoli@sequentenergy.com, sbrawne@ect.enron.com Subject: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-From: "susan schnitzer" @ENRON X-To: pam anderson , tammy , sandra brawner X-cc: X-bcc: X-Folder: \ExMerge - Brawner, Sandra F.\Deleted Items X-Origin: BRAWNER-S X-FileName: sandra brawner 6-19-02.PST hey ladies, all i can get for south pacific now is upper level. (balcony) what do you think of this? we have season passes, and i think we could get decent seats. there are alway comedy clubs or just chatting. Event Profile In this painstaking depiction of Pittsburgh in the `70s, Wilson exposes the nobility and corruption of the human spirit ravaged by racism, poverty, death, longing, even alcoholism. Five men working for a car service struggle to realize their (sometimes unformed) dreams and stumble upon revolutionary ire along the way. While the central conflict rests between the cab station's owner and his ex-convict son, Wilson's egalitarian spirit ensures that every character has his piece to say. Hip but pointed dialogue alternates with soul-bearing and comic monologues. Whatever the tone, these soliloquies are seized with gusto. Drew Pisarra