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In which I continue to report on the in-development, sixth annual San Francisco Olympians Festival.
Originally posted on San Francisco Theater Pub:
Charles Lewis III checking in from the most recent Olympians meeting.
“I had been alone more than I could have been, had I gone by myself.”
– The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
In all of the year’s I’ve been involved in the active production of the Olympians Fest (Years 3, 4, and now 6), I think I’ve only ever missed a single meeting. I believe it was during Year 4. I actually had planned on attending, but as the day wore on, I got so ridiculously sick that I eventually expected a CDC “Quarantine” tent to go up over the house. I’m pretty sure that once one agrees to write for the festival, the only excuse for missing a meeting is to be dead – at least that’s the impression we get from…
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