Edward Morneau lives in Salem, MA, was a public school teacher for thirty-five years, sleeps fitfully on his couch, believes that spiders have saved his house from being devoured by wood ants ("Spiders are your friends" he maintains), hates thick chowder, refuses to shop for Christmas the day after Thanksgiving, likes wallpaper over paint, currently has a sore right shoulder, frets for his soul, will write for blueberry pie and chocolate ice cream, and can't think of a higher state of grace than teaching children. "Willy Loman: Nosferatu," is his first full-length play, which he wrote while re...