"Keeps audiences in fits of laughter."-- Montreal Gazette

Jennifer Lines and David MacKay in the Gateway Theatre production of Here On The Flight Path, 2004.


  This play is set on adjoining balconies. John Cummings is relating the story of his last three and a half years as a resident of the Aurora Terrace Apartments. During that time period he has had three neighbours come and go in the apartment next door. Fay, a hooker; Angel, a young lady who aspires to a life in show business; and Gwen, a woman who has just left her husband.
  Place: The same.
JOHN: (To the audience.) I had no intention of winding up in an apartment. No, I wanted to live on the ocean. I wanted to spend my days just staring out at the power of the sea. I did do it for a week once. After my wife and I split up I decided I needed some time to think things over, so I rented a house on Prince Edward Island, and spent seven whole days just staring out. Imagining all the wonderful places that lay beyond the horizon. The majesty of Great Britain. The excitement of Spain. The romance of France. Turns out I was on the wrong side of the island, I was staring back at Buctouche, New Brunswick. But, I did want to live on the ocean. I think that would be the perfect place to write my novel. (Jet sfx.) Instead I wound up here, on the flight path. (John puts on the bathrobe as he talks.) It didn't take them long to rent Fay's apartment. It was about a week after she left. I'd been out late the night before with Jimmy celebrating his first wedding anniversary--he would have celebrated it with his wife, but they weren't getting along--So, we had some beer and cabbage rolls at the Ukranian Hall up the street, and then we came back here and played some cribbage--Jimmy and I had been playing crib for eleven years, for twenty-five cents a game, and eleven years later, Jimmy was up a dollar seventy-five. So, it had been a late night, and I'd been drinking quite a bit, and when I got up that morning, I was feeling pretty hungover. So, I made myself a cup of coffee, and I came out here on the balcony to get some air. I thought it might clear the cobwebs.

(Angel Plunkett enters on her balcony. Angel is around thirty years old, and perky. She notices John.)

ANGEL: (Very big!) Hi!!

(John, in his hungover state, is taken aback momentarily. )

I'm Angel.

JOHN: Angel?
ANGEL: Angel Plunkett.
JOHN: Well, hello, Angel. I'm John Cummings.
ANGEL: Hello, John.

Hi. Do you live here?

(John takes inventory, looking at his coffee, back to his apartment, his clothes.)

JOHN: Yes. Yes, I do.
ANGEL: Me too. I just moved in.
JOHN: Well, welcome to The Aurora Terrace Apartments, Angel.
ANGEL: Thank you.
JOHN: I'm sure you'll love it here.
ANGEL: Thanks.

(John turns to move to his chair. Angel looks out.)

Isn't it wonderful, John!!?

JOHN: Hmm? What? Isn't what wonderful?
ANGEL: The city. Just look at it.
JOHN: Well, right now it's a little fuzzy, Angel.
ANGEL: And the smell. It just smells like a big city, doesn't it?
JOHN: Actually, that might be me. I'm sorry. I had cabbage rolls last night.
ANGEL: You know, this is my first time in the big city.
JOHN: Really? Where are you from?
ANGEL: Alberta.
JOHN: Oh, Alberta, huh? Ranch country. Does your family own a ranch out there?
ANGEL: No, my father's a banker.
JOHN: Oh, so he owns all the ranches. (Laughs a bit, but sees that Angel doesn't get it.) And what do you do, Angel?
ANGEL: I'm a singer.
JOHN: A singer?
ANGEL: Well, I'm just getting started really. You see, I was working in my father's bank back home and I got involved with a community production of Fiddler. That's Fiddler on the Roof. We just call it Fiddler. And then the next year we did Guys and Dolls....
JOHN: Guys.
ANGEL: And then Cabaret.
JOHN: Cab.
ANGEL: And, I don't know, I got the bug I guess, and so, being the plucky type--that's what they say about me. That I'm plucky--being the plucky type, I decided to strike out on my own and try and make it as a professional, and well..here I am!
JOHN: Well, I wish you luck.
ANGEL: Oh, it won't be easy, I know. I'm going to have to scratch and claw my way up that ladder. And sometimes I'll get knocked on my duff. I will. But, I'll pick myself up, I'll dust my duff off and I'll dive right in again.
JOHN: Well, if I can be of any help, you know, dusting or anything, just let me know.
  Copyright 1996 Norm Foster


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