Showbiz is a life sentence. Breaking in is like breaking into Fort Knox. Breaking out, we’re talking Alcatraz. Yeah, I’m doin’ life. At 70 I am ‘colorful’ and ‘eccentric’ – instead of weird. I haven’t been in a fistfight in over 20 years… PS, I always fought above my weight class—you don’t wanna fuck with me. Age is permission to tell the truth. This is Autumn. This is the Harvest. The wounds are healed and I like my scars. My heart has been broken. And broken again. And will break, again. We are clothed in our memories. And for a long time – from when I first had some perspective, some appreciation of patterns and recurring themes – I’ve been fashioning a ball gown for my final dance, stitching together chosen bits from the ragbag of my long life. And Orloff’s first rule of theatre is: give them something shiny to look at.