I’m not sure in the course of the play when his presence filtered into my awareness. He sat front row, stage left, opposite my front center-stage, end-row seat. It was a three-sided audience. I’m not sure what I noticed first about him? Was it his dark wavy hair, longish, with a matching two-day scruff beard? Or was it the blue, dress shirt that highlighted his eyes with tails that peeked out from his navy blazer? Perhaps it was his hiking boots that he propped on his denim-clad knee when he changed positions in the seat? Director, actor, or lover? He...