Last run in the Park. Big today, schlepping my bags to Brooklyn and back. Last night I witnessed a rehearsal of Bromley's new play in Gowanus, today it's northern Brooklyn (neighborhood?) to see Maidman's studio. Then I don't know where the hell I'm going.
It's a six o'clock flight. I can catch a cab at 3. It's not going to be such a long day in the city anyway.
Not as many people lined up to see a Tuesday night performance of A Winter's Tale. But can you blame them?