Before the audience is fully hushed, Tom Wingfield appears upstage in a gray half-light. Utterly ordinary, the quiet wire of a man pokes his way across designer Tony Straiges's elegant set. In the background, a fire escape leads to a lace-trimmed door that opens to the fragments of Tom's worn childhood home, a tenement in Depression-era St. Louis. His fingers glaze over the remnants of this world, a vanilla-colored couch, a stern brown photograph, a mahogany table... More >>>