This was actually my second time seeing this new Sarah Ruhl play. The first time being in Louisville during Actors Theatre’s Humana Festival. Two vastly different productions. Stage limitations completely redefined the technical aspects of the show, Ruhl’s mother was now taking the lead, and there wasn’t a high school marching band to tromp through the aisles playing “When the Saints Come Marching In” (I admit, I missed that part). But the most interesting thing about this Chicago premiere wasn’t the differences; it was how, despite a whole renovation, a lot of my thoughts on the show stayed exactly the same.