Much has been written here and elsewhere about this morning’s final production of The Morning Show at the Fitzgerald Theater. You can read the blog downstream and also find all sorts of goodies here.
In talking with folks today, we agree that this moment was the highlight. Peter Ostroushko sang a mournful You Are My Sunshine, and a theater full of people in St. Paul, and — I’m guessing — hundreds of others in cars and kitchens throughout the country joined in.
It felt very much like people were comforting themselves and others, not only against the immediate sadness of the passing of a broadcast era, but against the steady drumbeat of bad news that we’re forced to endure.