When I was a kid, Mom took me to see my very first live play at Karamu House in Cleveland. I don’t remember the name of the play, but it had something to do with talking animals in Africa and a young herdsman. What I remember is that it was so bright and so right  there and so very much fun.  When we yelled or squealed at the action on stage, sometimes the herdsman turned to the audience and let us know he knew we were there, before turning back into the world he was living for us on the stage. That sort of thing never happened when watching movies or television. Ever. READ MORE