Foster's rehearsal of this ritual with the audience is his way of telling his own story and recalling his own memories of his childhood. The memories of P. Foster's life are preserved in the relics of Homer Phinney's wares. This is a play about the significance of memory and the sadness of memory lost, either by design or default. We hear wonderful things about the human memory and are touched by the importance Foster places on his own memories. They make love by exchanging memories.
Memory is stimulated by movement and by smell.
Foster will often pass an item from the table and ask. Foster tells Phinney's stories in Phinney's Cape Cod accent and bends his body to match his own memory of his stooped over foster father who spent his working life as a custodian in the local middle school. This odd piece of theatre is a welcomed part of the mix of theatre in the East Village and in New York City at large and is an experience I hope my readers will have. Take along some spare change and some spare bills.