I was 37 years old in 1966 when I became a playwright. I'd been writing a successful comic strip for 10 years, so this was not necessarily a good time to start on a new career. But the Kennedy assassination had hit me hard. Over the next six months, it came to me that we were living in a different America. The country seemed to be on the verge of a national nervous breakdown. And nobody was writing about it. Not then. But I saw it taking place in random acts of violence and the almost casual breaking down of recognized...
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