A young friend of mine read yesterday’s posting about my visit to Fort Tryon Park and wrote to me as follows: “Your ending gave me the chills a little bit. I wonder if it’s possible to feel and fully embrace your youth while you’re young.”
To which I replied, reluctantly:
No, it’s not. Only in flashes, and they don’t happen very often. Mostly you just live it day by day, and long after the fact you look back and remember what it was like, and marvel at how you didn’t understand it while it was happening.
That’s what the end of Our Town is about.
I saw Our Town for the first time on stage in 1989, when I was thirty-three years old. I didn’t fully understand it then, but I think I do now: