I can’t let this day go by without remembering that it was 40 years ago today that William Inge shuffled off this mortal coil.
He left by his own hand, convinced he had nothing more to say. But since 1981 his life, his words, and his characters have been celebrated and his legacy has been honored in his own hometown of Independence, Kansas. The only sadness I have is that we didn’t do it until after he was gone.
Rest in peace, playwright.