November 1st marks the first, no-holds-barred re-emergence to the stage for me since the Spring of 2021. The last set of shows I had, it was 113-degrees, the black-box theater had an exclusive hold on swamp-cooling, and the infernal roar of a box fan removed whatever silence a dramatic pause would have offered.

This year, I’m gunning for winter weather, and a larger venue. Somehow, The Riverfront Playhouse a few blocks from home not only thought the idea of me performing there was nifty, but encouraged me to ink a deal for the place.

Mind you, the entire brainchild is mine; the routines, the by-play, the undercurrent of angst and general zombie-like acceptance of the national Zeitgeist. Oh, and also, I am featuring a routine I put on the market 20 years ago–one in which I managed to take a rather chaotic and fractured genre of card trick, called the “story deck” and make it into a sentient retelling of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol.

Cool then. You can find out more about it here. And if you’re going to be in the area, come see me. Hopefully the act is half as good as my Photoshop skills on the poster. (click on it)