Sunday, November 6, 2011
Broadway, Here I Come!
I was recently surprised with a trip to the "Lion King" on Broadway. The whole family is going so I'm excited. It seems to be a show that a range of people might enjoy, from 5 to, well, we won't discuss the top number, now will we? I don't think I've been to a show since "Cats" was playing. Is there an animal theme here? Especially cats. I think our cats must have arranged this. I'll come back and tell Inky all about it, how his big cousins sang and danced. It will be December so we'll try to go over to Rockefeller Center and look at the tree and ice skaters. Once my mother took us to ice skate there, not that I'm any good at it. That was indeed a long time ago, when I was probably about 12 years old. I have fond memories of my time growing up in the city. I'm sure it's not the same city as it was in the days from the 1940's to the 1960's, which was the time I was going to school there. But the same feeling is there, I know. Hard to explain unless you were there yourself. Something about the glitter of Fifth Avenue, hustling of traffic which either is mired in gloom or attempting to emulate the Daytona Speedway, a rush of people of all colors, garments, personalities and purpose, the smell of dust, exotic spices, perfumes, exhaust from cars, trucks and buses, and under all the brine of a port city. You could go on forever listing this kind of thing for each different neighborhood, because New York, if it is anything at all, is a city of small neighborhoods. I spent overall 8-9 years largely in Manhattan and the rest in the borough of Queens. I understand the leafy neighborhood where I lived in Queens is mostly a Chinatown now, which of course, is quite normal for a city. Things change over time drastically. Or not. You could go back years later and maybe the street you walk on hasn't changed but then again you could come back and not recognize it. New York reinvents itself constantly and yet remains the same. Somehow. And I'm glad of that. So I look forward to this little trip to pay my old friend, New York, a visit.
Posted by Shirley E. Watson at 3:59 PM