One Great Thing
by Ann Thurlow
“It’s a grand old theatre” I hear someone in the audience say. We are at the King’s Playhouse in Georgetown. The remark makes me admire, again, how the place was rebuilt from the sad ashes, how a community came together because they believed that a theatre could be their salvation. In the lobby, they are selling 50-50 tickets or chances to win a chainsaw case or homemade mittens. This humble effort, this stubborn belief, kindles a flame in my own heart—moves me to tears.