My Name Is Linda and I Have a Story

Laura Linney is able to memorize and deliver words in a most astounding and authentic fashion as she so remarkably demonstrates in her one-woman carefully constructed and brilliantly delivered performance in My Name is Lucy Barton. If you love Laura Linney, you must GO see her in this play. This post, however, is not about that performance. Rather it has to do with a story around the show. This post is about – eeh gads – karma.

As you may know, I gather groups and we go and see shows together. Our group for plays averages around 40 people. As is with most shows, there is much ticket shifting that occurs in the 48 hours before we see any given performance. I have gotten pretty good at last minute shifts. I kind of enjoy the sport of it and I like making people happy by a. finding a nice home for their ticket and b. finding a happy recipient of this rescue ticket (as I like to call it).

Our jaunt to My Name is Lucy Barton was no different. The night before a friend reached out to see if perhaps two tickets were available. This is the type of friend you like to say YES to. Not because she will be bristly if you say no, but because she will be so grateful and abundantly happy when presented with a yes. Sadly I had to report my answer was no. We were sold OUT – as was the theater – pretty much for the duration of the play’s run.

Saying no makes me sad, so I was over the moon when a solution presented itself the next day. The morning of the show while on my morning dog walk, my date texted that she had to cancel for very legit reasons. As she was my date, she was seated next to me. Lightbulb. Thanks to another drama loving friend this theater group leader (me) had already had the wonderful opportunity to see Laura Linney crush her craft on opening night just one week earlier. While I was happy to be going again with the group… I certainly did not NEED to go again. So my two tickets were now available for my friend. Happy day. She showered with me gratitude and that was that.


As the master of ceremonies for the ticket distribution forgoing my ticket doesn’t fast track me to a quiet night in. I attended the always fun pre-show dinner (love these dinner parties and the awesome humans in the above photo) and got to the theater at the designated time to hand out the tickets.

Me and my ticket recipient at peace with the situation.

Feeling I needed to fess up, I shared with my friend that the tickets she was using were mine. As I expected she wanted to flee from the premises so I could use the ticket. I had to be my strongest and most persuasive best self to usher her into that theater. Phew. She put up quite the battle. Us Cleveland folk are strong.

As my brain was getting wrapped around the delightful prospect of going home and hanging with my daughter, I happily visited with people in line as they made their way into the theater. Then about four minutes before show time a security guard with an adorable black lab security dog in training walked up to my friend Gail and casually asked: “Do you know anyone who needs a single ticket?” The look of astonishment on Gail’s face was pretty priceless. Gail at dinner had offered me her ticket as she thought it best that I be there instead of her (Gail’s the best).

With the proffered ticket in hand she said with a huge and somewhat stunned smile “You’re going to the show.” Hugs all around and I took my place in line. Then the security guard shared with a smile “And you’re sitting on the stage.” Front row! On the stage! Offering an entirely different perspective from when I had seen the show the week before.

Turns out a lovely woman from New Hampshire and her friend had tickets to the show. The friend was ill so she couldn’t use her ticket. My new friend handed it to the security guard and that is how I got my free and awesome ticket to My Name is Lucy Barton. Karma! That is my story.

On stage Lucy Barton discusses how we each have our own stories. I think our lives are made up of a whole abundant constellation of stories. This is just one of mine. Lucy Barton ends her play with these words: “All life amazes me.” I agree with you Lucy Barton. All life amazes me too.

Here I am with my new friend and ticket angel.



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Space does open up! When it does it’s often at the last minute. Will keep our fingers crossed. Would love to see you at this experience!