It was nice to see owner Mark Fishman introduce The Shining at the Logan Theater on Friday night, even if his speech was little more than a reminder not to text during the movie. Taking pride in your theater (as Fishman did in interviews around the time of the Logan’s reopening) is one thing; it’s another to show up for a midnight screening just to wish your patrons well. Between Fishman’s greeting and the short round of preshow trivia questions hosted by one of the staff, the screening felt like a genuine gathering—the sort of thing that’s been all the rage in Logan Square for the past year or two. Open-mic comedy at Cole’s Bar, come-as-you-are arts events at Comfort Station (where I was surprised to find about 50 people at a free outdoor screening of Murmur of the Heart last month), the impromptu game night I encountered at Cafe Mustache on a recent weeknight: the neighborhood, occupied still more or less benignly by 20-something refugees of the suburban middle class, seems eager to celebrate community for its own sake. The sentiment may seem at times naive or overly earnest; but considering this generation spends so much time in isolation online, I find it easy to appreciate the impulse behind it.