Our good friend and writer George Slade has produced another timely piece for us. Please enjoy his musings and his prose on this Black Friday!

A lobby used to be a transitional space, an overgrown mud-room, an air-lock you traverse expeditiously to access the main event. You check your coat, use the rest room, get a quick drink of water, linger only long enough to reconnoiter with a date, and head for the hall proper. A ticket-taker approves your entry and beseeches you to enjoy the performance. <continue reading>