- 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.
