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This pandemic rang a crushed-velvet curtain down on our local, pint-size theater house. The owner posted on the box office window, “Lease This Charming Space!” Nobody bit, and it may be another eight months before neighbors mount the next enthusiastic production and belt away to tinny orchestras.
By Robin Grearson on February 17, 2021 in Essay, Main Posts 1. An earthquake starts—at least if you live in the kind of apartments that I have almost always lived in—with a crack. When you hear the sound of a 2×4 giving way you know the crack is not a self-contained snap! but a clap calling you to attention for what follows, the commencement of waiting for thunder after lightning.
By Cynthia Ferrell on August 4, 2020 inFocusLiteratureOUR WORLDTV + Web Smut’s on my mind. A chunk of that I blame on Covid-19’s shelter-in-place. What on earth to do? Read Love in the Time of Cholera? Watch Schitt’s Creek? Pull up a song by Tom Lehrer? The latter, obviously. A second slice of blame I tag to playwright Donald Freed.
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