The Twin Cities offered a kaleidoscope of imagery onstage this year, but those of us who make a serious habit of sitting in the audience also have indelible memories of going to shows. From the placid, mellow sound of crickets chirping during intermission at the Old Log on a warm night, to the panic in the wake of the I-35W bridge collapse (occurring within scant hours of the opening of the Minnesota Fringe, forcing theatergoers to balance their love of art with compassion for the victims), the theater experience was always about more than what we saw onstage. We are fortunate to live in a place where we can mark our years by what... More >>>