THE BACK PORCH GANG by Barbara Biddison
Every Sunday I read the Delivered Fresh Blog. This Sunday the writer
contemplates what the front porch decor says about the people who live
there. Well, my front porch is too small to deliver any such
messages, but the back porch.....ah, there lies a story or two. A real
The bits and pieces of GRAND HORIZONS, the Hamilton Gibson adult comedy about to open in two weeks, have been floating about out there around the back porch. We've been running lines, memorizing,--I held
the script while two or three of the actors said the words out-loud. Sounds simple, right? It is quite a demanding process actually. First we read through a scene using the script, then we try to deliver some of the lines without looking at the script, and then comes the time to "Put down your script," Often just this part takes a few
weeks or a few months. At any rate, the play has moved to the Warehouse Theatre now for rehearsal. But I wonder if some of those lines are still in the porch air....
Why rehearse on someone's back porch? Mostly because it offers good "protection" during covid times. It is, obviously, outside, and there is plenty of space between chairs. Though we don't rehearse like that when someone has an active case, confirmed by testing, we do exercise caution just because it is smart to do so when the virus is about.
So perhaps the words of the 50-years-married Bill and Nancy, and the not-a-floozy Carla are still out there, floating around, waiting for the opportunity to tell their story on the Warehouse stage.