From the spiky 1968 meet-cute that sets an immediately ingratiating tone for “Fremont Ave.” right through to the whiskey-fueled generational come-to-Jesus that wraps its stories cozily up in the present day, Reggie D. White’s comedy makes one thing plain in its handsome world premiere at Arena Stage: Nothing singes the spirit quite like the home fires. It’s a sprawling, boisterous, sharp-eyed, heartfelt take on family and friendships — and not incidentally a knowing-but-loving celebration of backbone and foible and excellence among Black men working to handle their business and make a mark across six decades of American cultural shifts. Skip to end of carousel

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