Seven years ago, Nicu’s Spoon theater company, under the direction of Stephanie Barton-Farcas, staged my story, “How the Day Runs Down” (which, in case you haven’t read it, is written in play form; I’ve described it as my zombie Our Town). One rainy night in July, my wife and I took the train down to Manhattan to watch the performance. Afterward, I ventured onstage to answer a few audience questions. Fiona recorded the thing on our little Flip camera. I had always meant to edit the thing and share it, but apparently, it’s taken me seven years to get to it. Consider this a historical curiosity:
Mr Gaunt: 