The perfect microcosm of community I have happily whirled myself around in for 20 years is no more.
A giant butcher knife just cut through an entire section of prime+ and flung it to the scraps pile.
It was the best part: The part with dreams and means, courage and perseverance. The part that pored out its freakin’ soul for nothing more than the time to make something amazing happen.
Instead, we’ll implode with nary a look back. With nary a care.
RIP Brook Run Theater