Reviews are embargoed until next Thursday, so it’ll be a week before I can tell you what I thought of the play last night. I think I’m not violating any sacred oaths by saying I had a good time at the theater. Getting to the theater was not such a good time. Pain has a way of taking the fun out of things, and the four block walk from the parking garage was painful.
Four measly blocks. There was a time when I could take four blocks in a single stride. Last year, in fact. Oh well. After the first half block up East 13th I realized the only way I was going to cover the next three and a half was by gritting my teeth, bearing down, and taking it at a dead run. As close to an approximation of a dead run as an old man with a cane can manage.
I gritted my teeth. I bore down. I ran for it. And at the next corner I ran right into someone else coming my way along Sixth Avenue. Guy in his forties, although I didn’t get a good look at him right away. The collision spun us both around in our tracks.
Before either one of us had stopped spinning we were both apologizing profusely, so many excuse me’s and I’m sorry’s filling the air you’d have thought we were London instead of New York.
I steadied myself on my cane before lifting my eyes to his to continue an apology and saw…
Him steadying himself on his cane.
We stared at each other a second and then broke into laughter.