Or some 200 years after the setting of Eugene O'Neill's alcoholic whinefest

The patrons, veterans of the last Afghan war, make a meager living mining the glacier that is slowly but inexorably devouring Manhattan, having already gotten rid of the Upper East and West sides, and currently obliterating 42nd Street, and are spending most of their time trying to con the bartender into giving them a free puff on the hookah.
-- theircompetitor, Feb 14 2014

Who will play the various parts? You will need a cast of about 20 actors pretending to be barflies and working stills.

Who will write the convoluted and witty dialog?

Original play was four hours long. Can you get any audience to sit and watch that long now?

Glaciers take many years to mature. Will 200 years be long enough to lay down a lot of ice that far south?
-- popbottle, Feb 15 2014


So, its like Cheers, but with everybody snowed into the joint?
-- RayfordSteele, Feb 16 2014


I wonder how Eugene O'Neill would have taken a comparison to Cheers
-- theircompetitor, Feb 16 2014



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