We drove into a rainy, slushy Manhattan to see a Broadway show. Alas, it was Disney's Beauty and the Beast, the only one that wasn't sold out, since we had dithered about getting tickets. It was better than I expected (putting aside my customary cynicism about all things Disney), and our daughter is still young enough to enjoy this sort of show. I was more intrigued by the audience around us. A woman in front of us with her grown daughter informed all and sundry that today was her birthday and she was seeing the show for the fourth time. Immediately, the three women in front of her chimed in that they, too, had seen the show multiple times. I felt like I had wandered into a parallel universe.

Behind us, there was a noisy family group, a grandfather with his son and daughter-in-law and their two small children. The grandfather, who had paid for the tickets, was obviously disgruntled about the cost (understandable) and felt insufficiently thanked. Finally, he bellowed, "Aren't you all going to thank Grandad for buying the tickets to this WONDERFUL show?"
When the show got out it was snowing, the weather was so bad that we jumped back into the car and drove home instead of staying for our customary sight-seeing. I took the picture below on the way to the theatre before the rain turned to snow. My husband is the one in the red coat. .




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