by Peter Walters in The Arts
This summer I bussed tables at a restaurant in Chicago. I worked 12-hour shifts scraping plates, carrying stacks of glasses, wiping tables and sneaking cigarettes when I took the trash out back. What's important about this little anecdote is not that I wasn't allowed a smoke break on a 12-hour shift (I'm pretty sure that's illegal), but that my stolen moments outside prompted a newfound appreciation of the great outdoors.
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by Steve Sedlak in The Arts
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about the bewitching atmosphere of jam-packed movie theaters. Only one other state of theatrical exhibition compares to the electric tension of being part of that crowd: empty cineplex screening rooms. Let's face it, we've all been there.
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