Andpatients are the ones who pay—in the formofsky-rocketingprescription prices—foreverypen that's handed out, every freetheatre ticket, and every steakdinner eaten.
But this theater season also includes an example of a more traditional farce: Roundabout Theatre Company's revival of Marc Camoletti's 1962 "Don't Dress for Dinner, " which opens April 26 at the American Airlines Theatre.
Had I filled out the questionnaire seven years ago, I would have been categorised as either "established middle class" or "new affluent" because back then I could afford to go to the theatre regularly and went to dinner at posh restaurants.