Field Trip to NYC 5/15/2023

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Senior fares, and two dollars a day parking at the Toms River Park and Ride, make NYC almost affordable to get to from here, where the Hindenburg burned and crashed. The Germans knew this then rural location was the smartest place to come and go from.

And off to NYC to see Cabaret, a bucket list item since I saw the movie on a double date in 1973, at what is now the Basie theatre in Red Bank. I have watched the movie many times since then.

The traffic was horrific for no apparent reason. The ninety-minute ride took 2.5 hours. The show proved to be no respite from electionyearing, as this production was even more chilling than the movie, considering.

Suits replaced the nazi uniforms. There was no trial going on yesterday, so I could imagine the surrogates having found the Kit Kat Club stage. There was only one person on stage certain that the party rising was dangerous, and he was a Black man in this version, an American from Pennsylvania, in Berlin to author a novel (not a screen play) .

So, there is no diversion from electionyearing today, as the cast convinced me, and I hope the entire matinee audience, of what is truly on the line here in the present tense. I spent the morning on the road, playing the best version of myself I could muster, considering, as you know, dialogue is not my thing.

The ocean was mean, and the water grey. A fine rain fell on the foul weather geared fisherman that were spread out on the groin and along the shallows. I did what I could to appear present, but I said nothing.

Who does tomorrow belong to, I pondered. Small farmers and fishermen, or the suits who commodify everything?