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note: Space is of critical importance in this play. space between the characters, between the beats, even between the lines. All intimate spaces, whether physical or regarding delivery, should be taken as close to discomfort as possible without reaching it. Conversely, let there be an almost uncomfortably large space between beats, both in an immensity of physical distance between the characters, and in length. it is allowable for the play to speed up noticeably towards the end, if desired.

 

[The holding cell at a federal prison. A metal table, a couple metal chairs. Bare walls, bare floor, a single window overlooking the yard, presumably. A heavy, swinging door opens and PETER enters, getting his shackles removed by an unseen guard at the threshold before the door closes loudly behind him. PETER is in his mid-30s, handsome, with eyes that used to smile.]

PETER

Well.

[PAUL enters, 40s, a man of faith haunted by doubt, wearing a clergymans collar. The door again clanges, both opening and closing. Keys are heard, bell-like, locking them in.]

PETER

Well.

PAUL

Did it-

PETER

Yeah.

PAUL

And they-

PETER

Yeah.

PAUL

So thats-

PETER

Yeah.

PAUL

Well.

[Long pause.]

PAUL

So, how long until?

PETER

Midnight. About an hour. 12:01, if we want to be exact, and we probably should be.

PAUL

And that was it? The last chance? No more appeals to be made?

PETER

No more races to run, no more appeals to be made, my end is set.

PAUL

Then I guess theres only one thing to talk about.

PETER

No.

PAUL

Peter.

PETER

Father, no.

PAUL

You know you can call me Paul.

PETER

I know, Father.

PAUL

ThenOne hour. Thats all the time thats left, and you dont wanna talk about it.

PETER

One hour left, I wanna talk about almost anything else.

PAUL

Fine, well start elsewhere. What do you remember best?

PETER

Best? Clearest? Mostly I remember being alone. I know I had friends, but my memories arent of them.

PAUL

Does that make you sad?

PETER

Does it matter, now?

PAUL

I suppose not. But it could.

PETER

The end is nigh, what could matter to me now?

PAUL

Everything could matter if the end isnt whats coming.

PETER

Christ, Father, youre persistent.

PAUL

Christ is right. For he so loved the world-

PETER

That he gave a son, youve already said that. I never had a son. I never had any children. I like kids.

PAUL

Go on.

PETER

I ever tell you I used to work at a special needs school?

PAUL

No.

PETER

It was back home. I was young. It paid well. Wasnt too hard. There was one kid, Daniel, he was my favorite. Couldnt talk, could barely move, didnt really interact with people, mostly we wheeled him around in a wheelchair. Hed sit at the window every day for hours. Sunny days hed smile. Rainy days hed cry. I dont know what made me think of that.

PAUL

He needed you and you helped him.

PETER

Honestly, Father, Im not sure Ive ever helped anyone but myself.

PAUL

But, Daniel-

PETER

Daniel was gonna live his whole life inside his own head. How did I help him? I made sure he ate and I wiped his ass. There was no help I could offer him, not really, not any help he needed, anyways. Trapped for life inside his own head, cursed by the accident of his birth.

PAUL

So hes exactly like the rest of us.

PETER

No-

PAUL

EXACTLY, like the rest of us. No matter where we are Peter, all of us are trapped within ourselves. What happened to him?

PETER

I dont know. I left the school after awhile. I guess hes still there, this was years ago now, he might be dead. Probably better for him that way, sad to say.

PAUL

Maybe. Many people believe that the life after death will be better for all of us.

PETER

Do you believe that?

PAUL

I believe that were here for a reason. That we have purpose, else God wouldnt have bothered to make us, wed have stayed in Paradise with him all along. Thats why what Ive been telling you is so important. This is your last chance to be a part of something greater than yourself. Something good, and beautiful, and pure.

PETER

What makes you think I want good, and beautiful, and pure?

PAUL

There are NO sins that cant be forgiven, Peter.

PETER

Maybe not. But there are ones that shouldnt be.

PAUL

Is that what you wanna talk about?

PETER

I threw him in the water, Father. His worst nightmare. That was me.

PAUL

Why?

[Peter stops and thinks, then laughs.]

PETER

You know, no ones ever actually asked me that. In court, the lawyers argued back and forth over motive. But, no one ever asked me why.

PAUL

If you wish to confess?

PETER

No, Father, but thank you.

PAUL

Tell me a happy memory, or a funny story. You werent always unhappy were you?

PETER

No more than the next guy, I guess. OK. Lets seea happy storyHave I told you about Alice?

PAUL

A little.

PETER

Alice. I wasI dont remember, 17? End of myjunior year of high school, so, yeah. She, oh god, she always told this jokeuhoh, ha, where does fairy dust come from?

PAUL

Fairies?

[Beat.]

PETER

Yeah. It was never funny. But she would laugh, and II couldnt help it. God, I was a fool for her. We dated for, I dont know, about six months?

PAUL

What happened?

PETER

She moved away, during our senior year. Her dad was in the army, I think. Maybe Air Force. Army.

PAUL

That must have been hard.

PETER

It was. We kept in touch for awhile. Made plans to visit each other, whatever, but it just kindaI dont know.

PAUL

How do you feel about that?

PETER

I spent a long time blaming myself. Thinking I had let something good get away, didnt make the right choices, shouldve done something I didnt, that kinda stuff.

PAUL

You were just a kid, Peter. And now?

PETER

Now? Now I dont feel anything about it. I had forgotten about it.

PAUL

No, you hadnt. You just hadnt talked about it.

PETER

Yeah.

PAUL

I always find that its easier to forgive others than myself.

PETER

I wouldnt know, Father. I dont know much about forgiveness.

[Long pause. Peter moves away.]

PETER

Guess that wasnt really happy.

PAUL

No, but youre getting there.

PETER

What do you think about capital punishment?

PAUL

The Catholic church believes all life is sacred.

PETER

But what do you believe?

PAUL

Ive been a chaplain here a long time. Ive met lots of men who I honestly believe deserved to die, butif youre asking me whether society should kill peopleno, we shouldnt.

PETER

Isnt there lots of killing and death in the Old Testament? Vengeance and all that?

PAUL

Yes, but there are also very explicit instructions surrounding it. Deuteronomy 32:41, to me belongeth vengeance.

PETER

So only God can kill people?

PAUL

Pretty much, but even then he didnt always. In Genesis, when Cain murdered his brother Abel, not only did God not kill Cain for his offence, but when he banished him he marked him on the forehead so that no one else would kill him either. I assume he wanted him to live a long life, with his guilt.

PETER

Cruel.

PAUL

Maybe. Tell me a memory of Alice you enjoy.

PETER

Father, I dont think

PAUL

Not that kind of memory. Something nice, something that doesnt make you think of anything but that you were young once.

PETER

YoungI was so young. God, I would write songs and send her little mixtapes. Stupid stuff, but she claimed she loved them. She kept the CDs in a little blue Adidas box. There were maybe ten of them.

PAUL

I didnt know you were musical.

PETER

What? Oh, yeah, a little. I used to sing some, and I know enough guitar to strum a few chords.

PAUL

Dont you sing anymore?

PETER

This is no place for music, Father.

PAUL

Seems like this might be the best place for music. Theres nothing else like it for getting your mind off of things.

PETER

Exactly.

PAUL

You dont want that.

PETER

Why would I?

PAUL

Most of the people Ive met in here only ever want to pretend they arent.

PETER

Most of the people youve met in here probably think they dont deserve to be.

PAUL

PeterDo you want to be here?

PETER

No, Father, of course not. But that hardly matters.

PAUL

Then why-

PETER

Because this is where I belong! This is where they put monsters.

PAUL

You-

PETER

You know the last thing he said to me? He said Im scared.He was begging me. He wanted me to protect him, and I did the exact opposite.

PAUL

You thought he could swim.

PETER

I knew he could swim, kinda, in his way. We grew up swimming together, something about being in the water triggered some survival instinct. I also knew he didnt like it, he only went swimming because he was supposed to. Thats not what he wanted. Ever. It scared him. And I delivered him to his nightmare.

PAUL

You still can be forgiven, Peter. Daniel 9:9, the Lord our God is merciful and forgiving, though we have rebelled against him.You dont have to live with this guilt, the Lord can make you whole.

PETER

I dont deserve to be whole! Why would he forgive me? Why should he? What about his revenge? Isnt that what he has in store for me?

PAUL

Not if you repent! This is why Im here, to show you that you still have a chance! Everything is not yet lost!

PETER

Really. Thats why youre here.

PAUL

What-

PETER

How many times have I shown you my willingness to die? Im ready, and that disturbs you! Why is that, hm?

PAUL

II cant bear to watch another be lost

PETER

No. Every day people around you are lost, what makes me special?

PAUL

Wellobviously yourein a different situation than most

PETER

Liar. Youve met lots of men who deserved to die, I doubt you tore yourself up about all those lost souls.

PAUL

Many of them converted, but regardless, you dont

PETER

Tell me about Thomas.

PAUL

Thomas? Wha?

PETER

Here are the nail marks in my hands, and the spear thrust in my side.

PAUL

You have an excellent memory.

PETER

I remember stories. Youve told me enough of them the last few months.

PAUL

Thomas wasa disciple of Christ.

PETER

Yes.

PAUL

Hehe wasnt there when the Lord came back from the grave, the others told him, but hehe couldnt believe. He had to see it with his own eyes.

PETER

Evidence.

PAUL

Yeshehe needed proof.

PETER

Is there proof to be had in faith? Can they exist together?

PAUL

IYes, they can.

PETER

Then are you a man of faith? Or just a man of God?

PAUL

I dont

[Paul walks away. Long pause.]

PAUL

We are here for YOU, Peter. Your time is nearly up.

PETER

My time is nearly up. I have to be here. You dont. Youre here looking for something.

PAUL

Yes, I am.

PETER

Whyd you join the clergy?

PAUL

I was lost. I wanted to be found.

PETER

And are you?

PAUL

Imy very first memory was of Church. Not of Mass, but of walking in through the doors at St. Patricks. You ever seen it?

PETER

No, I never saw New York.

PAUL

Its difficult to describe, especially seen through a childs eyes. The immensity of it. Thepower. Its ironic, the only memory I have of my parents is their funeral. Walking through those doors, holding my grandmothers hand, two caskets up at the front, tiny underneath that huge ceiling, those massive organ pipes like teeth gnashed in lament. I knew then there was something else out there, somepurpose. What else could have built those huge walls.

PETER

Men?

PAUL

Only as a vessel.

PETER

What changed? Where is your faith now?

PAUL

ItsI stillIm not sure. Itsshifted, somehow.

PETER

How?

PAUL

I dont know! If I knew that I could fix it! But nowwhere once I saw Gods miracles, I see chance. I used to see mercy and love and nowNow its just like a lens has been put in front of me.

PETER

Scales on your eyes.

[Pause.]

PAUL

Youve been holding out on me, Peter.

PETER

I told you, I remember stories, and the Bible ones are more dramatic than most.

PAUL

Thats true.

PETER

Ive been reading, even when you arent here to walk me through them. My Father always wanted me to go to church with him.

PAUL

Why didnt you?

PETER

My mother didnt go, and she was fairly adamant that I not go either.

PAUL

Why?

PETER

She went when I was too young to remember, but the church my Father attended didnt sit well with her. I heard her say once that she couldnt reconcile everything she was hearing with everything she was seeing. Im pretty sure that church destroyed my parents marriage.

PAUL

Im sorry. Thats not uncommon, unfortunately.

PETER

I believe it. Why is it that religion is so divisive?

PAUL

Because whats at stake is so immense.

PETER

What do you mean?

PAUL

Religion, any religion, deals with what happens to us after we die. It regards the long term. It has the highest stakes because its probably the last decision well ever get to make.

PETER

And youre convinced youve got it right, out of all the religions out there.

PAUL

Yes, I am. Because I believe theres more evidence in Christianity than elsewhere, and partly because I have faith, which, honestly, is the more important part.

PETER

Then youre lucky your faith and your evidence are aligned.

PAUL

You could look at it that way.

PETER

So a Hindu is a fool for not seeing what you see?

PAUL

NoIve met wise and compassionate people from all walks of life, its not an intellectual thing.

PETER

Then what if youre just following in the steps of your parents, what if youre justI dont knowsocially conditioned?

PAUL

Thats a struggle for me, of course. Its one of those things that Ill never be able to logic away, or completely rid myself of the doubt.

PETER

So, what do you do?

PAUL

You live with the doubt, and embrace it. After all, its the foundation of faith.

PETER

If you say so.

[Long pause.]

PETER

Mark was a lifeline for me, after my parents split.

PAUL

Someone to look after?

PETER

Yeah, someone to put on a brave face for. It seemed like he was too young to really understand what was happening, all of a sudden we just spent every other week over at our moms new house. A change of scenery is all.

PAUL

You must have been alifelinefor him as well.

PETER

I dont know. The kid was solid. He never seemed fazed by much.

PAUL

Even if you didnt see it, Im sure you helped him. Even if it was only later, when he was old enough to understand.

PETER

What about you, Father? What did you hold on to after your parents?

PAUL

Honestly? The church. I know, it seems weird, but ever since St. Patricks I only ever wanted to be in that world where theres this huge power. It felt likelike I wasnt in control, but it was okay because someone was, someone special.

PETER

So, what? You joined Catholic summer camps?

PAUL

Actually, sort of, yes. There were lots of classes before my first Communion at seven, then I got confirmed at twelve. After that I went right into what was basically a seminary feeder school, in Brooklyn.

PETER

You had to claim some sort of saint or something, right?

PAUL

To be confirmed? A patron saint, yes.

PETER

Who was yours?

PAUL

St. Joseph.

PETER

The patron saint of clergymen?

PAUL

No. The patron saint of death.

[Peter looks at Paul – a long, searching look. Then nods.]

PAUL

There are saints for everything.

PETER

Apparently.

PAUL

I used to know them all too, Im sure I dont anymore. We can pray to a saint now if you want. Who would you like to intervene on your behalf?

PETER

Is there a patron saint of convicts?

PAUL

Absolutely, St. Leonard.

PETER

How about of the guilty?

PAUL

WellSt. Drogo is close, I think. He was an orphan whose mother died giving birth to him. The story goes, he was so driven by guilt for this that, after he converted, he performed rather extreme rites of penance.

PETER

Happy guy.

PAUL

Interestingly, hes also the patron saint of repulsively uglypeople. I always liked that.

PETER

Youre joking.

PAUL

Hes not a common choice at confirmation.

PETER

Do all the saints have a story?

PAUL

To a certain extent, yes. We know enough about their lives to know they were deserving of sainthood, but the amount of information differs. Some were canonized for a single event, others for a entire life lived piously.

PETER

And St. Joseph is your favorite?

PAUL

No, a patron saint isnt really a popularity, or interest thing. My favorite is probably St. Barbara – patron saint of people who work with explosives.

PETER

Seriously?

PAUL

Yeah, I cant think of a population more in need of their own saint, to be honest.

PETER

So why St. Joseph, then? He, what, spoke to you the most?

PAUL

Something like that. More specifically than just death, he is the saint of dying happily, of receiving grace at the moment of death.

PETER

Of last second conversions.

PAUL

Yes.

PETER

Interesting choice.

PAUL

Thank you.

PETER

Why are you here, Father. You must know you wont change my mind.

PAUL

Im not allowed to make that decision. Thats in Gods hands.

PETER

Inlook around, Father. You see any friends or family? Any mourners waiting to send me off with love? Ive been abandoned by everyone. Including God.

PAUL

You havent been. Im here.

PETER

Sure, but you arent allowed to make that decision. Dont get me wrong, I know why no ones here. I deserve that. I accept that. But you! Youre an enigma.

PAUL

Im not. Im the simplest man here.

PETER

Fair.

PAUL

Tell me more about Mark, what did he have again?

PETER

Its called spastic quadriplegic cerebral palsy. Basically he only had limited control of his muscles. One moment hed be sitting in his chair comfortably, the next his arms and neck would spasm and hed be flailing about.

PAUL

He was stricken from birth?

PETER

Its generally caused by trauma or chemical damage to the fetal brain, so, yeah, from birth.

PAUL

You were his main caretaker.

PETER

Eh, not really. He received services, but they were strangers, really. What with us switching between our mom and dads houses every week, I was the most consistent caretaker, Id say. I at least saw him every day. Probably the only person in the world who did.

PAUL

So then

PETER

Then, what?

PAUL

Thats quite a burden to place on a young man.

PETER

Thats generous. I was a child, essentially. Sure, I guess I was legally an adult, but I had no coping mechanism. Nothing but fear, and anger, and loneliness.

PAUL

And a brother who needed you.

PETER

And Mark, yes.

PAUL

You helped himdid he help you?

PETER

Constantly. I cant evenif I wasif I had what he had, I wouldve been miserable. Hehe was anything but. Kid had the most beautiful smilebest ladies man I ever knew.

PAUL

Really? How did that work?

PETER

He couldnt speak himself, but he was wicked smart. He had a computer that would talk for him, and hed use it to flirt, kinda. Hed call pretty much any girl he met Babe, and coming from this tiny little smiling guy in a wheelchair it made everybody laugh. Not that he ever had a girlfriend or anything like that. Its one thing to be charmed by a little guy in a wheelchair, its another to get intimate with him.

PAUL

Were you jealous? Angry that he could cope so well when you were struggling? That you had to take care of him when you, yourself, needed comforting?

PETER

I wasI dont knowHe was my brother, brothers fight sometimes. I didnt want to always be his minder, and he didnt always want me around.

PAUL

So, what happened?

PETER

Whatyou think I killed him maliciously?

PAUL

Why else do people kill?

PETER

Tell me about the rules of confession. Youre bound to secrecy, yeah?

PAUL

Absolutely. Do you wish for me to hear your confession?

PETER

If you want to know what happened.

[Paul hesitates, then takes a Bible out of his jacket pocket, and puts his stole around his neck, donning his armor.]

PETER

I dont really know how this works.

PAUL

Theres a ritual, but in this case I think we can forego them. Just tell me your sins.

PETER

I killed my brother.

PAUL

Why?

PETER

He asked me to.

[Long pause.]

PAUL

Who else knows this?

PETER

No one.

PAUL

Peterwhy not? This can save your life! No judge in the world would order capital punishment in a case ofof assisted suicide!

PETER

Mark asked me not to tell.

PAUL

Why?

PETER

He didnt want our parents to think he was a coward.

PAUL

Hewhat?

PETER

He became depressed. Wellno, thats not really right. He was still the same happy, smiling guy, but he had come to a realization. The rest of his life was going to look exactly like what he had already lived. He wasnt ever going to speak. He wasnt ever going to walk. He wasnt ever going to get married, or have children.

PAUL

Thats

PETER

a hard truth to tell yourself. I know.

PAUL

And so he?

PETER

Yeah. He decided to move on. He had had enough of this life, and was looking forward to whatever came next.

PAUL

Was your brother saved?

PETER

Actually, he was Buddhist.

PAUL

Thatsunexpected.

PETER

Not so much, really, when you break it down, which he did, often. Buddhism is about inner strength and a reality within a larger world beyond our control. That pretty much was the definition of Marks life.

PAUL

Being in the world but not of it.

PETER

He would meditate for hours, and read. He spent most of his time doing one of those, actually. Both activities you do by yourself, and dont require control of anything other than your thoughts.

PAUL

So he believed he would be, what, reincarnated?

PETER

Im not sure. He went back and forth on that, where he was at the end I dont know, but he definitely believed there was something else waiting for him.

PAUL

He and I have that in common.

PETER

I thought youd like that.

PAUL

Your parents dont know?

PETER

No. They hardly knew Mark by the end. I dont really blame them, they were stuck with every parents worst nightmare. They just couldnt handle it, and they drifted further and further apart from each other, and us.

PAUL

But theywhat do they think of you?

PETER

The same thing the rest of the world does, presumably. That I killed my brother out of spite, or impotent rage, or plain malice.

PAUL

And thats ok with you? That you be seen as the villain?

PETER

Arent I? I killed my brother! I am Cain, witness his mark upon me!

PAUL

Butyou did it out of love! Out of mercy!

PETER

It hardly matters to him! Hes still dead. I couldnt convince him to change his mind. And I was weak enough to wash my hands of his decision and go through with it.

PAUL

Weak enough?

PETER

Paul. He could hardly move. The only way he dies is if I allowed him to. I couldve kept him alive and one day maybe he wouldve changed his mind, maybe something good wouldve happened. Some new medical science. Maybe he wouldve met someone who appreciated him for his mind, not just seen his body. I dont know. But I killed him because he asked me to, and Im not sure I wasnt glad to do it!

[Long pause. Slowly, Paul lifts his hand, as if to bless Peter with the cross, hesitates, then lowers it and closes his Bible, taking off his stole, putting them away.]

PAUL

You do want to die.

PETER

Yes.

PAUL

Shame is a powerful force, Peter, but it doesnt-

PETER

Why do you care so much for your faith, Father? If its gone why not just let it be gone? Move on. Get married. I dont know.

PAUL

My parents were buried in the Catholic faith.

PETER

And?

PAUL

So they haveascended.

PETER

I dont

PAUL

They have gone where only those who believe can follow! Without my faith IllIll never see them again.

PETER

Butif you dont believewhy wouldnt you just see them in some sort of non-religious afterlife?

PAUL

Because they believed! And if they were wrong, why would there be anything after death? Why wouldnt it all simply end? Then Id really never see them again.

PETER

You dont have to believe that

PAUL

Im trying not to! Thats why Im here! Thats why I need you.

PETER

You need me?

PAUL

I need you to see the light so that maybe I can too, again.

PETER

Youve chosen poorly, Paul. I told you, Im not sure Ive ever helped anyone my whole life. And I cant start now, not with this.

PAUL

Peter, think of your soul, think of your family, thinkDamnit, just think of the price you are about to pay for your brother!

PETER

No.

PAUL

Will-

PETER

Why dont you just believe whatever you like? Believe that youll see your parents again somewhere neutral. Somewhere with white sand and black mountains, drinks with little umbrellas and cozy fireplaces in deep winter snow. Choose some fantasy and fix your mind on it or whatever.

PAUL

Is that how you think it works? Faith cant just be manufactured. I cant just make something up to believe in.

PETER

Lots of people would argue thats exactly what religion is.

PAUL

The only people who would argue that are the ones who arent religious, they dont understand.

PETER

Neither do I.

PAUL

Yes, you do. You understand perfectly. You killed your brother because he asked you to, because of his faith that he would go somewhere better. You arent Buddhist, but he was, and so it was real enough for you.

PETER

Thats different.

PAUL

No, its not. Faith isnt something that can be manufactured. Its organic, natural, arising out of ourselves.

PETER

Act as if ye have faith, and faith will be given to you.Seems pretty manufactured to me.

PAUL

It would, because thats not scripture.

PETER

What? Im sure Ive heard it before

PAUL

Maybe so, but never from a Bible reading. Faith, faith in anything, is not something that just happens. I have faith that if I crash my car, things will happen that will protect me. Seat belts, and air bags, and whatever.

PETER

Those are facts, you dont need to have faith in facts.

PAUL

Facts, how? Its a fact that I wear my seatbelt, but Ive never been in a crash, I dont have knowledge of how they work. People who know have explained it to me, and because I have faith in them, I put my trust in their inventions.

PETER

Thatsscience.

PAUL

And everything you know from science you, yourself, can prove? Are you an expert in everything that you take to be true?

PETER

Whats your point?

PAUL

That it is so much more complex then just deciding to believe something. Its difficult, its admirable, its conscious and unconscious.

PETER

Maybe so, Father, but I dont care for what youre offering.

PAUL

Dont let one decision be the end of your existence, Peter. Dont let the worst thing youve ever done define you, forever.

PETER

What time is it?

PAUL

Nearly

PETER

Then there arent any more decisions to be made. I am defined already.

PAUL

No! Thisyour brother believed he was moving on, dont you want to move on and see him again? Dont let this be your end.

PETER

I dont know where he is. If, as you say, theres something after this, then Ill look for him and beg forgiveness, butI dont know, Father, Im staring into blackness and I dont see anything staring back.

PAUL

Peter, please.

[There is a sound at the door. Keys unlocking, tolling finality.]

PETER

The bell tolls.

PAUL

YouPeter! Please! For Gods sake!

PETER

No, Father, for my own.

PAUL

Thenfor me! PeterI need this, I need you!

[The door opens. A black, inviting void. Peter walks to it and sticks his hands through, wrists together.]

PETER

Im sorry, Paul, I cant help you.

PAUL

JustPeter, let me call someone. Your lawyerslet me tell them about your brother. Please, Peter, you dont have to do this

[Peter turns around, he is handcuffed.]

PETER

Its done already. It is finished.

[Peter turns and walks out, the door closes behind him. Paul, alone now, stands a beat, two, then collapses. Blackout.]

 


James Hale is a writer, actor, musician and aspiring green thumb based in Durham, North Carolina. He can be reached at jameshale_67@yahoo.com.