A Bar on North Avenue by Roger Ebert

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This essay reminds me of the many, many nights I spent at Konak's in Andersonville, after tense rehearsals, long tech weeks, and elated opening weekends, when all the theatre folks would gather to raise a glass in camaraderie.

I miss Chicago. (And I wonder if my headshot is still on that wall?)

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