On the third day of the 13th annual New York International Fringe Festival, at approximately 7:50 in the evening, I saw God. A pleasantly secular young woman, I am not typically given to religious hallucinations, but there He was. Perhaps my vision owed to my seeing 11 Fringe shows in three days. Perhaps it stemmed from the extreme heat outdoors and the forceful air-conditioning inside. Perhaps a suspect chicken sandwich bore the blame. Yet I think it owed to attending... More >>>