The One Sign of Life at the Zombie Kennedy Center

To find any real sign of life at the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts these days, you have to trek to the farthest edge of its 17-acre campus. That’s where I found myself on a pleasant evening last week to catch the only performance scheduled that day at the nation’s once-premier cultural center. Trailing a set of latecomers, I snaked around the center’s facade (where, yes, Kennedy’s name is still tarped), down a path toward the Reach annex, and through its back doors before…