Month: February 2018

I’m in the Chilliwack leisure centre at a Caribbean themed cafe called the Java Hut, complete with a grass hut roof. It smells like coffee, thai chicken soup and chlorine. There is a Christian music radio station blaring from the speaker and in-between songs of praise and pleas for redemption, a woman with a cultured soothing voice sums up the song’s message with a suggestion to think of people as though they were children, “it will help you forgive them”. I hate unsolicited advice as much as I hate pat answers for life’s complications. Let the song speak for itself….

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Rick is in his Rav, all sharp and salt and pepper this crisp early morning. He matches the landscape. He drives with the precision of a great stage manager. I feel entirely safe. As we glide along the foggy Coquihalla, he asks me what my favourite shows have been over the years. Between the two of us we reminiscence all shiny eyed about the transcendent moments of the past: creative new plays, amazing designs, powerful performances…the best of besotted theatre geeks. This is why he is so damn good at his job. He simply loves it. Loves it. It’s always…

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