I haven't put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard since my last show closed. That is mainly because I don't have a next show. Or rather, I did have a next show, but it got cancelled because of COVID. I also was going to direct our Valentine's night at Little Fish, and that got canceled too. (Have you ever noticed that there are two ways to spell canceled that are both acceptable? What kind of shite is that?) Anyway, as most of my loyal five reader are aware, I was supposed to be starting "Grand Concourse" out in Palm Springs at DezArts right now. However, right before New Year's, their lovely Artistic Director called the entire cast to let us know in person that they had to push the first show because of COVID and cancel our show. It was very nice of him to call. But it was devastating. Look, I'm not going to complain about my career. I have had a really open lane for the 40 years I've been doing this. As a somemewhat attractive, cis-white male, I...