We are honored and privileged to have him among us.

It's a very intimidating moment for all of us to realize that this is really the first foray after August's passing when a play of his is going through these stages. I'm sure that if he were with us, he'd probably be rewriting to some degree. All we can do is make the very best result of the script that he left us.

One of the things I'm proudest of in my career is producing so much of August's work here. I'm going to believe that since August is such feisty guy, he'll meet this health challenge like he's met the challenge of writing an extraordinary cultural history.

Nobody works harder than Dale. I think about the artists I know. They have lives. Dale is Dale all the time, constantly spiraling into his work, 365 days a year. He never makes time for anything but his mania for glass and mania for promoting himself.

Nobody works harder than Dale. He never makes time for anything but his mania for glass.

August didn't drive. He moved on the surface on his own two feet. He was much more grounded in the community than most of us tend to be. We're all sort of fast-moving; the pace is not conducive to building relationships in the way that I think he did in this town.