Knock Knock, Open Wide

by Neil Sharpson

The show only works if you don’t see the hands. It’s all a puppet show. And I saw the hands, my darlings.

Ah, there was the word. “Family.” It was an old Irish word. It meant: “Do nothing. Challenge nothing. Change nothing.” Ireland was a rocky garden, dig a few inches deep and you found stone; solid and impassable. And carved into its face, as like as not; the word FAMILY.