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“Office Hour” Stares Down The Barrel Of School Shootings

by Jason Fitzgerald | Jan 30, 2018 12:18 pm

T. Charles Erickson PhotoOffice Hour opens with a short scene that primes the audience to anticipate a terrifying event — a shooting at a university — and then delays that event as long as possible. In playwright Julia Cho’s astute hands, though, that delay becomes the point: It is the trauma we bring to the play, not the fear it invents, that she is asking us to examine.

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Could This Be Long Wharf?

by Markeshia Ricks | Jan 10, 2018 8:04 am | Comments (33)

Perkins EastmanImagine this day spent on Long Wharf: You take a trolley or bike through the “stormwater” park that strategically connects to the Farmington Canal trail to the expanded IKEA “village,” where you buy furniture or browse shops and restaurants. Then you jump back on the trail and head to the New Haven Food Terminal to pick up fresh produce and other sundries for a picnic. You take your bike and picnic lunch on a water taxi that ferries you across the Long Island Sound for an afternoon at Lighthouse Park.

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Fireflies Lights Up A November-November Romance

by Brian Slattery | Oct 26, 2017 11:21 am | Comments (1)

T. Charles Erickson PhotoEleanor Bannister and Abel Brown are at odds again. Abel says he’s looking for work, but has also made it pretty clear that his interest in Eleanor goes beyond the professional. Eleanor can’t decide if he’s a con man or just a man with a complicated life, and can’t deny the feelings she has for him, too. They’re both too smart, and a little too stubborn, to just let it go. Abel makes a last pitch to help Eleanor fix up the rundown cottage at the back of her property, which they both know also means they’ll be seeing a lot more of each other. Or, he says, in a moment of counterfactual argument, he could just burn the old cottage down and be on his way.

“If that’s what you want,” Abel says.

Eleanor lets her guard down. “I don’t know what I want, Abel,” she says.

Abel thinks about this. “Seems right to tell you, Eleanor, that those are exactly the words every con man wants to hear.”

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