Fall finally came to the city, after torrential rains washed out the last of the humidity and heat. I ran around like the ball in Breakout, from one side of the city to the other, seeing museums, eating food, drinking whiskey, bouncing up and down, even into Brooklyn. And occasionally doing a play. In these last few days I did my best to complete New York. I failed.
My final full free day found me wandering about between 23rd and 4th streets, from 5th to 8th Ave., re-walking the High Line, finding yet new streets in the Village, enjoying the cool, cloudy skies and the cool, cloudy feeling of the end of a long voyage.
Goodbyes all around to the cast and crew after the final show and gathering at our playwright’s apartment. Toasts with cupcakes and cocktails…and back into the world.
I may not know New York, but she is now an acquaintance of mine at least. One of those you meet and know you’re to be fast friends in the future.
I boarded the bus with a tear in my eye, and as we drove from Manhattan, the Empire State glowed its spire red like the final embers of a match extinguishing.
Farewell, new friend. Until next time.
