Apocalypse Now by Dorothy Rice
August 16, 2022
After the last sold-out show of the weekend, I stood sentry behind the concession stand counter, pregnant belly pressed into the cash drawer, while the high school kid who helped out on weekends herded our pumped-up, arguing, theorizing, sugar-high, butter-fingered patrons out the double front doors, flung wide to street-lamp lit, movie-set perfect historic Main Street.
