This is Drama Masks, a Bay Area performing arts column from a born San Franciscan and longtime theatre artist in an N95 mask. I talk venue safety and dramatic substance, or the lack thereof.

My first 48 Hills gala was a bit surreal, and not in a typical SF way. There was a “calm-before-the-storm” feeling that lurked in the background of all the revelry. That was the same day we’d heard that the feds were on their way to Alameda. After 10 months of puffed-chest threats, the fight we’d been dreading was about to come to our door.

Until it didn’t. The next day, as brave protestors were being callously run over and a third of the White House was being bulldozed, our very own Mayor Danny Denim broke months of deafening silence to boot-lick our despot-in-chief. Of course, it was the further bo

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