by Rob Taub Eugene O’Neill knew my grandfather.  He didn’t know him personally, but when I saw my first production of The Iceman Cometh 45 years ago, as soon as the character Hugo spoke, I turned to my grandmother and said, “Grandpa.” My grandfather was a successful businessman who came to America from Russia in the early 1900’s and – like Hugo — routinely subjected me to all kinds of socialist and anarchist rants, which he insisted I record on an old fashioned Webcor reel to reel machine.  This was in the 1960’s when I was in grade school and I spent a great dealRead More →