I went to a play this week, A Doctor in Spite of Himself. It was hilarious. It poked fun at the medical profession and how health care is delivered. It poked fun of the rich. It poked fun at politicians. It poked fun at itself and the audience. I haven’t laughed that hard at a play since I don’t know when. And Moliere wrote it in 1666. Which just shows you that great writing never grows old.
This production went from Seattle to New Haven to Berkeley, where I saw it. Check it out if you’re in the neighborhood! Photo courtesy of kevinberne.com.