"Come From Away" at Paper Mill Playhouse

Last summer we traveled to Gander, Newfoundland, Canada to see "Come From Away," the hit Broadway musical. If you have seen the show, you know it has all the feels. One moment you are crying, then something happens that generates a big belly laugh. You remember where you were on that fateful day. Tears streamed from my eyes the moment they chanted Welcome to the Rock until they were taking bows. The emotions were extra high sitting in the auditorium knowing some of the theater goers were in Gander on September 11, 2001 helping strangers who turned into friends and then family over the course of five emotional days.

I thought that was a once in a lifetime experience. After all, how can you top that?

Then I learned "Come From Away" was on Paper Mill Playhouse's 2025-26 schedule. Even better, they announced there would be a talkback with the real life inspirations behind the characters.

The show was fabulous. Unlike other times when I see a different actor in a role, I had no troubles making the shift. I was mesmerized. I kept anticipating lines and wondering how the staging would differ from either Gander or Broadway. The set is a lot busier with suitcases piled all over the place -- some of which are used as airplane seats and in other ways. Here is a link to the original Broadway website with pictures of the set. They used mismatched chairs and a seemingly simple background, though I am sure it was more complicated than it looked to my eyes. (I'm not sharing the image directly because it is copywrite protected.)

This is a picture I took in Gander in last summer:

Simple in a different way. The quilt in the background was lovingly made by locals square by square. Extra squares were throughout the theater.

The set at Paper Mill Playhouse is much more complicated. Even using binoculars, from the second to last row I could not figure out where to look. There are pictures on the sides too small to appreciate. A staircase that is used periodically, sometimes as a bus, sometimes as a flight of stairs. It showed me how the same basic information can be transformed and reimagined. Something I am learning as my role of theater reviewer for the Perry Awards (no, I did not review this play as it is professional theater). Over the past year I've learned to notice the technical side of theater, not only notice, but appreciate the thought that goes into every decision big and small.

I also had flashbacks to the real places that inspired the show, some of which we saw the next day.

The real magic came after the show. I love theater add-ons, especially talkbacks. For this series, Paper Mill Playhouse is offering talkbacks after two performances: once with the actors and this time with the real "come from aways." 

One the show was over and people left, we moved from the mezzanine to the orchestra section. Not long after we sat, the freshly scrubbed actors entered and sat in the rows behind us. They, too, wanted to hear what they had to say.

Soon Kevin Tuerff and five plane people entered the stage along with two people from Paper Mill Playhouse. I trust Paper Mill will post pictures from the day and list the names of the participants. I did not bring my notebook, hence there will be mistakes in my narrative.

Let me backtrack a step. While we were in Gander, I purchased Kevin's book "Channel of Peace: Stranded in Gander on 9/11" from Dolly, the owner of an independent bookstore located in a strip mall near our hotel. (Thank you, Kevin, for having an author page I can link to rather than Amazon.) A couple of days ago I remembered the book and decided to read it before the show. Even better, I remembered to bring the book with me and patiently waited for him to sign it. The book was for sale at the theater, but this gave me a chance to read it and be prepared for the talkback.

Kevin has now seen "Come From Away" 117 times. Years ago we spoke with a security guard outside the "Come From Away" who said the real life Beverly Bass, the pilot representing pilots in the show, has seen it over 100 times. This December 2021 story said she has seen it 164 times. I wonder what it is like to have your life turned into a Broadway musical. Would I want to see it? Would I want to bring friends and family?

I even brought a pen,
which came in handy

Living near New York City, it was relatively easy for the theater to bring locals in to tell the audience about their experiences. Having just read his book, I knew Kevin moved from Texas and was now lives in New York City. His life was transformed by those days in Gander. Read the book to find out how.

Kevin T. is one of the two gay Kevins -- the only who owns an environmental company. In the show he is from Los Angeles, in real life he is from Texas.

Sharing the stage with Kevin (sporting his trademark "gay lumberjack" plaid shirt, were Tom, Carol, ?, Maureen, and Sue. (I'll correct names after I see what Paper Mill posts.)

Tom's story is transformed into the character of Bob, a black man from Queens who is afraid he will be shot for stealing bar-b-cues to take to the community center at the request of his host, the mayor. Tom agreed that was true. He and the mayor are still great friends and have been to each other's homes drinking each other's Irish whiskey.

Carol (?) said it took her a few years to connect that she and Tom are the two people in Bev's cockpit when Bev hears news from the United States. She and the other women are not specific characters, unlike Kevin and Tom. As depicted in the book, Maureen and Sue are gay women who bonded with the Kevins. The four of the them were unsure how they would be treated in Gander, only to be welcomed with open arms. Maureen and Sue have been back about a dozen time, often staying with a couple they met in 2001 who lived across the street from the shelter where they were housed with the Kevins. They are planning a return for the 25th anniversary this September. 

As a bonus, I got to meet Michael Rubinoff, the originating producer of "Come From Away." When I told Jill (the director of the Gander production of "Come from Away" she said to keep an eye out for Michael. She had shared my blog post with him. As luck would have it, the orchestra seats we moved to were about six seats away from him during the talkback. As people left, I made my way over to introduce myself. His eyes lit up and he told me he loved my blog. Maybe I'm exaggerating as much as Annette does when she dreams about the French pilot, but that's my story and I'm sticking with it. We posed for a picture. In any case, Jill told him I'd be there and he genuinely seemed glad to meet me.

Between Kevin and Michael, I left star struck. This was my fourth time seeing a show. I can't imagine another production topping this one, but never say never.

"Come From Away" opens runs through March 1. Tickets are available HERE.

Asbury Park Casino

This post is meant to go in tandem with the post Snow on the Beach.

As we walked past the Asbury Park Casino and Carousel, buildings that are iconic and historic, after noticing the area blocked off by a chain-link fence, we saw the following sign:

I had already noticed comments on Facebook that the developers were planning to tear down the iconic breezeway. Comments that the Asbury Park Press has reported that the developers have since walked back. Unfortunately both articles are behind paywalls, but the headlines give the gist.

While walking around the structure, I took pictures of some of their street art. If it does go away, I do want to remember the inspirational messages.

Snow on the Beach

We have been suffering through a mighty cold winter in New Jersey. Over a week ago, we had a snowstorm that ended with a layer of ice. It would have been hard for the snow to melt with the cold temperatures, but the ice has made it stick around even longer. 

Feeling if you can't been them, join them, Don and I drove down to Ocean Grove and Asbury Park to see the beach covered in snow. The boardwalk also had snow on it, with a weaving path cleared in places. It was both beautiful and frustrating. Unlike closer to home, the snow on the beach has mostly been flattened by the tides or even washed away. There were pockets, though, when I innocently took a step and found my foot sinking anywhere from two inches to two feet from the hard crusty layer straight through to the sand protected underneath. Fortunately neither of us got hurt, but it did make for a slower walk than usual.

Adding to time is that the casino which sits on the border between Ocean Grove and Asbury Park has been deemed unsafe. There is a large fence around it forcing people to either walk on the (snow covered) beach or go into town and use the Eastern Footbridge. Both add minutes to a 30-second stroll, especially in the snow. I wonder how much this will impact whether or not we take one of our favorite strolls. 

The temperatures were above freezing for the first time in at least a week, with another arctic blast in the forecast for the following weekend, so we drove the hour to walk the boardwalk and stroll on the beach. Here some pictures from our adventures.

RIP Eddie Bauer Stores

Last week Cousin Laura wrote to me to let me know that the Eddie Bauer Salvage Store in Columbus, OH announced they would be closing this location. I posted my memories of visiting the store during our regular trips to Ohio. 

A few days later the news reported that all Eddie Bauer locations are closing. Or most. Or some. Or some have already. They might switch to all online. They might keep a few locations. On a cold winter day when we were already heading to Ocean Grove and Asbury Park to see snow on the beach and boardwalk, we took a detour to the Eddie Bauer store located in the Jersey Shore outlets in Tinton Falls, NJ.

At the store I asked the clerks when they learned about the closing, they said the same way we did: via the news outlets. Ouch! Makes me like Eddie Bauer a little less.

A man at the register said he was there because he had been eyeing up some pants. His wife told him about the closing and told him it was now or never. He bought two pairs.

Customers called -- yes, the phone rang -- to make sure they were open.

I spent about an hour grabbing items in my size, hugging them close to my chest as I decided which to keep and which to leave for someone else. I grabbed three pairs of jeans, deciding to keep only one -- the Goldilocks one of the three. I bought a pair of denim capris and denim shorts -- items that have been missing from my wardrobe since I wore out my last ones. I also picked up two long-sleeved cotton shirts in colors I did not already own. I wear that style about three-quarters of the year. I also found a grey cotton sweater, which I hope will replace the brown cotton sweater I have worn out over the past decade. Likely, though, my worn out Eddie Bauer clothes will go the way of my worn out college wear--hung onto out of nostalgia because they are not so easy to replace. I left behind a dress I would likely never wear, and a sports bra that was tangled even on the hanger.

The purchases will help me postpone the inevitable: a wardrobe makeover.

I have been making small steps towards reinventing how I dress. In October, I went to a Wool& popup sale in Pennsylvania. I had purchased a couple of dresses from their online store, but this gave me the opportunity to try on items and decide what I wanted. I didn't appreciate just how much of a discount they were providing, and only left with one sleeveless dress. By being the 137th person through the door that day, I scored a $100 gift card to be used online. I waited for their Black Friday sale, but even then everything was over the $100. They were running a sale if you spent $150, you could toss in a bonus item. The dress I wanted was $148. I could not justify spending more for a free item and the sale passed. I did finally buy the blue dress and love it. REI, where Don works, sells a lot of wool base layers. I see more wool items in my future, and less blue jeans. 

Some people need a kick like their favorite national chain closing their doors in order to move on.

On the other hand, I heard their non-North American locations are staying open. I had to ask ... where else are they located? The answer: Japan. Maybe it is time to go back? 

PS: a few days later we went to the Bridgewater Commons location. Not only had that store closed already the name had been taken off the entrance, the carpet had been ripped up, and there was not even a speck of dust left in the store, just a vacant hull.

RIP Eddie Bauer Salvage Store

For at least fifteen years, a trip to Columbus, OH included what we jokingly call our annual clothes shopping trip to the Eddie Bauer Surplus Store. We have found some incredible deals at this site. From $5 jeans to more recently a $20 lined raincoat that I have worn on three continents. I remember the first time we went to the surplus side of Eddie Bauer Outlet store in the warehouse district of Columbus on Fisher Road. We stopped by the outlet on a lark. We already liked their clothes, even if they were more expensive that we would have liked. We noticed people rushing to the back. To a "secret" room. We walked and and saw boxes of clothes labeled with unreasonably low prices. $5 for jeans selling for $50 in the retail stores (remember, this was in the early 2000s, the "naughties").

In recent years, the salvage side was only open on select holidays. Sometimes our trip coincided with them being open (like the time I bought my light blue raincoat), but more often they were either closed or we struck out. I did still have a lot of success on the warehouse side, which was still cheaper than the outlet side. I bought most of my long-sleeved shirts for $10-$15. My big score, though, was fleece lined jeans for $30 -- they retail for $110. With the polar vortex we are dealing with this year, I have worn them a lot.

This week Laura emailed me to say the site is closing for good. 

Don half-jokingly said "why go back to Ohio?" Um...because we have family and friends who live there? Spending $100 and filling a large trash bag with my new wardrobe is an experience I will miss.

Fortunately, though I have pairs of jeans I have not yet worn. I bought them because at $10, they were too good a deal to not stock up on.

Planet Fitness Goal

I don't want to brag ... but I can still remember the combination to my middle school lock. I'm not going to prove it by posting it here. Instead, I am proving it by bringing it with me and using it when I work out at Planet Fitness.

Yes, the polar vortex has convinced me it is time to join a gym. That and my favorite doctor insists that women of a certain age should be working on our arm strength. I resisted for a year, then gave in. I even made it an official goal for the year.

I have been seven times now. Considering I was on vacation for a week and they were closed for snow and holidays, I'm off to a good start.

I make it a point to do the yellow 30 minute workout room. Reminds me of how my mom described Work Out World. The difference, though, is Planet Fitness also has showers, and much much more equipment. That, and I am the only person who I've seen use it as a circuit. Everyone else uses one or two pieces, or hides there on their cell phones hogging up the equipment.

I then move to the elliptical or a recumbent bicycle, or an outdoor run on those rare days the weather cooperates.

My goal is to try each piece of equipment at least once. Don thinks that is an overly ambitious goal. We'll see. I think I've tried about 15 pieces so far. The only one I don't plan to try is the treadmill.

How are your resolutions going? 

Visibility Brigade Protest

It is cold out and I am still protesting. This month Renee Good and Alex Pretti were murdered in Minneapolis by ICE. The people of Minnesota have taken to the streets in sub-zero degree temperatures to fight. 

One of my 2026 resolutions was to go on a visibility brigade. Those are defined as gathering on an overpass. I learned at the Princeton protest this month that Lawrenceville has a group called Lawrence Citizen Activists that meets about a mile from my house on the 206 overpass for I-95. I joined them before the blizzard to help be more visible. They ran out of signs before I arrived -- which I told them is a good problem to have.

As usual the group was made up mostly of people in my age and general demographic. We noticed a guy about 30 across the street from us, but everyone else was 50s and older. We, too, would much rather do something else, but Democracy is worth fighting for.

It seems public opinion is shifting. I'll continue to protest until there is no longer a need. Meanwhile, there are PRETTI GOOD reasons to be out there.