- Director
Casey Keys -Stage Manager
George Doeltz- Producer
Oct. 24 - Nov. 8, 2025
Veronica Blather is a sweet little old lady who spends
most of her time knitting and solving murders,
most of which occur whenever she shows up. Understandably she has a problem
finding a place to live.
When her niece invites her to stay at a retirement home for old knitters,
it seems ideal -
until one of its members dies from drinking poisoned punch. Who did it?
Was it Matilda,
the president of the Crazy Quilt Club, or Lydia, who likes to die on Tuesdays?
Could it be Clara,
who's a compulsive liar, or the wisecracking Sarafina who doesn't trust
anybody and
carries a rifle just to be sure? Clues drop as fast as corpses and dialogue
races along at breakneck speed to keeps the audience in stitches till
the last minute.
- Director
Casey Keys -Stage Manager
George Doeltz- Producer
Feb. 27 - March 14, 2026
Paul and Corie Bratter are newlyweds in every sense of the word. He’s a
straight-as-an-arrow lawyer and she’s a free spirit always looking for the
latest kick. Their new apartment is her most recent find – too expensive
with bad plumbing and in need of a paint job. After a six-day honeymoon,
they get a surprise visit from Corie’s loopy mother and decide to play
matchmaker during a dinner with their neighbor-in-the-attic, Velasco,
where everything that can go wrong does. Paul just doesn’t understand Corie,
as she sees it. He’s too staid, too boring, and she just wants him to be
a little more spontaneous. Running “barefoot in the park” would be a start…
by
John Cariani
May
9 - May 24, 2026
Welcome
to Almost, Maine, a place that’s so far north, it’s almost
not in the United States.
It’s almost in Canada. And it’s not quite a town, because
its residents never got around
to getting organized. So it almost doesn’t exist. One cold, clear,
winter night,
as the northern lights hover in the star-filled sky above, the residents
of
Almost, Maine, find themselves falling in and out of love in unexpected
and
hilarious ways. Knees are bruised. Hearts are broken.
But the bruises heal, and the hearts mend—almost—
in this delightful midwinter night’s dream.
