A bunch of us went to the "Stoop Storytelling" production in Baltimore last night, and it's very cool; I think we'd all recommend it as a night of good entertainment that doesn't cost a fortune, even if the YDR isn't buying the ticket.
As I drove home I kept trying to come up with a one-word description of what I'd seen. One word felt right: Authentic.
The night's storytellers were not performers. And they were not "sources" as we sometimes label the people we talk to. They were regular people -- a former crime-scene investigator, a boxer, a woman with ongoing health problems, a man wrongly convicted of murder -- to whom interesting things had happened. And for seven minutes (or a little more) each, they stood in front of a packed theater and told their stories to laughter and spirited applause.
When we pursue and publish those kinds of stories in our newspaper, we've really done something.
I invite those who went last night to comment here and try to capture their thought about the event in one word, and a brief explanation.