Loving & sad evening of tributes to Alice, with many laughs & stories & poems, both by her & about her. A large percentage met her in a workshop & it changed their relationship to poetry & to life.
I wrote a little play, called "Alice and Johnny at Phebe's: A play based on mail & memory." Johnny read the title, Bob Holman was Johnny, I was Alice, Edmund was "The Tall One," Shelley Kraut, wearing a sequined lace apron was a cocktail waitress at Phebe's (an East Village bar for decades, where Alice, Johnny, & others would hang out after seeing plays on 4th Street), and O'Malley & his friend were random bar-goers. It was a real olden-days affair, with props & costumes & a "cast of thousands," all for a 5-minute presentation. A hallmark of that time was overdoing everything.