We would arrive on Monday afternoon, park our car at the inn downtown where we almost always stayed (Mercer Hall, Room 201) we would not drive again until we headed home after the Sunday matinee at the end of our week. We were able, over the years, to see just about all the plays he ever wrote-a journey we completed a few years ago by seeing Richard II at Shakespeare and Co. Since the summer of 2001, Joyce and I-every single summer-have driven to Stratford, Ontario, for a week at the Stratford Theatre Festival (used to be the Stratford Shakespeare Festival), where we would see as many as eleven plays in six days-usually three or four by the Bard. Oh, on the World Scale of Unpleasant Decisions mine would not have registered much weight, but in my wee life, it was. A week or so ago I had to make one of the most unpleasant decisions of my life.