I do believe in ghosts. Not the terrorizing banshee types or the cemetery back-from-the-dead spooks, I believe my present is interconnected with the past and the future. A deja vu or prickly sensation is tethered to something that already happened or will happen. A friend once told me that he saw one of my crying ancestors always huddled within my aura. It’s odd but comforting to know I never cry alone.
Prologue Theatre presents Take Her to See the Maco Lights. The train tracks in North Carolina are haunted. Guys bring their gals up to see the headlights of this ghost train. The destination is for thrill-seekers. Those wanting their spines tingled – and those wanting other parts tingled. The *lovers’ lane* of the area holds untold stories of love and despair. A guitar-strumming narrator tells the secret story of interracial lovers that affects the past and the present. Take Her to See the Maco Lights focuses on love in the shadows and hate in the world.
Read the rest of my review at Chicago Theater Beat.