Off Broadway

I picked up the ticket waiting for me at

the Will Call Window about half-an-hour

before the show. This wasn’t a Broadway

play I had come to see, but admission

this time for me was free. (I never pass

up free as an opportunity.) I smiled and

nodded to those I squeezed through in

the isle as I made my way to my assigned

seat. I settled into my chair elbow to

elbow between two strangers I had never

known before. It’s okay, though, we’re all

in this thing together for better or worse.

The house lights went down, and the cur-

tain rose to the musical overture. A stirring

beginning to what turned out to be a fine

play indeed. And I could tell by the rousing

cheers, whistles and applause, the audience

agreed. After the play, I got to go back stage

for a cast and crew Meet-and-Greet. What

was the play about, you may be asking?

Well, it was the life story about this guy and

gal, an ordinary couple, could have been sort

of like you and me, except more interesting.

In the end, it didn’t turn out so well, as hap-

pens in real life sometimes. But what the hell,

did I mention the price of admission was free?

And the actor who played the male lead in fair

measure, standing together face-to-face, was

considerably shorter than I happen to be. It

was all a dream, though, and upon awakening,

as with much of life itself, most of the finer

details were lost on me.

Chris Hanch 2-25-19