By Jerome Berglund Warehouse, North Minneapolis. Night. The BLACK BOX of a small, hole-in-the-wall convertedtheatre. It can’t hold more than three rows of chairs, sixseats to each, split down their center by a narrow pathleading to a pair of swinging double-doors accessing anantechamber which exits to the street. A handful of TENUOUS ACQUAINTANCES andIMMEDIATE RELATIVESContinue reading “Solo Performance: A Stage Play”