Seeing a Tennessee Williams play the day after the penultimate event in an ongoing personal life drama is probably inadvisable, but I’ve never been one to shy from cultural hazards so I saw The Glass Menagerie on 3/16. I’ve never been a fan of the seating and structure of the A.R.T. (don’t hurt me) because your seat position really changes your literal view of the play. You will always miss something, and even though I’m not an avid play goer, I am not an acolyte, and I find this position problem a serious obstacle that directors have not been able to overcome when staging a production there. The cast, particularly Cherry Jones and Brian J. Smith, was out standing, but I did feel like Zachary Quinto or the director made a slight mistake by rooting Tom’s mannerisms in an adolescent veneer thus demeaning his ultimate decision as an immature one of escape as opposed to a mature one of necessity for survival. On a shallow note, Modern Family’s Jesse Tyler Ferguson was in the audience.