The PlaywrightThe Playwright rather enjoys a quiet moment in the local park. It is a good place to mentally sort his ideas, and is often frequented by pretty young ladies. He once saw a pigeon defecate onto a businessman's shoulder. It struck him as absurd that such an event is often considered lucky. Surely the luck lies with passers by who, statistically, are far less likely to be similarly soiled at that precise moment. Similarly, the Playwright has always