Four Mondays

FOUR MONDAYS is an original radio play that takes place over the course of four Mondays at the last saltwater pool in 1980’s San Francisco.

The Crystal Plunge is quiet, the radiators are broken, letting out steam. Kasper from the Water Bureau is on the case, but first he needs a swim. Shannon the pool clerk brings in a space heater and a fan, employs them creatively. Samuel the lifeguard saves nobody. Marty sees everything but no one listens to her. Edna forgets. Bystanders stand outside and watch as cars crash in the endless rain.

Four Mondays was funded in part by a 2017 Project Grant from the Regional Arts and Culture Council and the generous support of KBOO Radio.

Full cast bios

Public Premiere


The initial idea for the play came when I was reading about the bygone swimming pools of San Francisco and stumbled on this picture of people gazing from across the street at an indoor pool called the Crystal Plunge and I just wanted to be there. I wanted to be with those people, cross the street and go for a swim. So I started writing a script and years later, this radio play is the result.

When I shared the script with potential actors they all asked the same question, Why did you write this? I forgot all about the photo that led to it and did what I usually do when people ask me questions. I froze, like it was some kind of test, then I gave an answer I’ve heard myself give before: if I’m not busy with a writing project I become a worthless depressed loaf of a human. Which is true. But there’s another reason, which is kind of embarrassing.

Nearly everything I write ends up being about the same thing which embarrasses me because I think I should just get over it. But I guess some things you don’t get over.

When I was something like four the police came to get my mother and my sister and me because we were spending the night in a bart station somewhere east of San Francisco. My mom ended up being put in a mental ward and my sister and I were put into foster care, adopted, moved hundreds of miles away and our names were changed. The last anyone knows is, my mom got out, stole a car, loaded the back with blankets and started looking for us. I blocked my memories of her for about 25 years until my own kid was born and then I started to wonder, and to look back.

I never found her. It’s a long story, and anyway I’m just trying to say that this radio play, Four Mondays, is about that, even though on the surface it’s not about that at all. It’s my way of dealing with the fact that not all mysteries can be solved. I’m trying to get over it but then I start writing something again and realize I probably never will.

That all sounds much heavier than I’m intending. So I’ll add this: Four Mondays is actually quite funny. There are jokes! You will laugh.