I couldn’t sing or dance, but I sure could cry. Picture it. Wichita, Kansas, 1968. STAGE DIRECTION: The curtain rises on an empty stage. It is late afternoon, November 1945. The rooms are dusty, the curtains in rags. Chairs and tables are overturned. The door at the foot of the small stairwell swings open. MR. FRANK comes… Continue reading An impressive, four-tier, practical set for The Diary of Anne Frank