You remember that documentary you posted about several years ago, about the theatre prodigy named Oakley Hall, III? The Loss of Nameless Things?
After his accident, he ended up living in a town about half hour north of me for a while. He has family there. Anyway, I came across his sister on Facebook when she commented on a performance of a former student of mine. I recognized her name. How many people named Sands Hall are there likely to be in my neck of the country? So I messaged her, and never got a response, so I forgot about it. Well, she just messaged me back a few minutes ago, and she is going to send me the script for his “Frankenstein” production that was so stunning. It’s never been published. I am going to see about producing and directing it.