West End Avenue Nightly Healthcare Shoutout ~ April 1st, 2020

Run to Run For Your Wife

 

Joshua Nicholson and Maria Silverman in Run For Your Wife (photo by Bella Muccari)

This is an off, off Broadway gem that will chase away the winter blahs for an evening and maybe even the whole week because you'll keep laughing about it that long. Don't let that second off mislead you,  Run For Your Wife is a top notch production with some seriously talented comic actors. Written in 1983 by Ray Cooney and playing at The Gallery Players Theater on 14th Street in Brooklyn, it's the story of a London cabby who happens to have two wives, and the lengths he'll go to stop them finding out about each other. The single set, cleverly designed to be two apartments in one (one for each wife,) suggests London's go go days in the 1960s or 70s, a style that is also borne out by some

of the groovy costuming. The show's very talented cast-members run through their lines with the impeccable timing that farce requires, in the process creating hugely funny and memorable characters. While the jokes are funny and suit the situation, so can be a little obvious, it is the misunderstanding and broad confusion on the stage that makes this play so hilarious. The plot keeps you guessing how the lead will get out of this one, a task made more difficult by the help of the layabout bum from upstairs and the arrival of rival police inspectors. Excellent performances by the credulous wives and a bit of a mess made by another neighbor, keeps the doors slamming and the story churning. It all makes for a great evening of theater.

It's a short ride on the R train out to the theater. Run for Your Wife closes on February 1st, so you better hurry. You will not regret it.

Manhattan Painted Cobalt

                                                                                                                                    Photo by Katherine Sharp ©

A friend sent along a photo she took recently on Central Park South at the end of a cold January day. It seems to just capture the moment when the city passes through the earth's penumbra before the full onset of night. Except for the presence of the brightly lit Bloomberg tower, it evokes Manhattan in the 1970s with its oily sheen and silhouetted skyline. Back then, this spot was the intersection of fashionable and dangerous. Central Park South was fashionable to live on then. Now, it is not. Central Park at night was scary. Now it feels quite safe.

This corner of the city still has the ability to capture the imagination. It has always attracted a slick crowd and now it seems to have been taken over by foreigners. Taller and taller buildings financed by sovereign wealth are going up here and people coming from somewhere else are moving into them. The hair styles, clothing, body types are all different from what you see elsewhere in the city. It's all serious eyed, well dressed men with short cropped hair and black cars so you can't tell if they are bodyguards to the oligarchs upstairs, or just gay. In the 1970s it was taxi cabs and wavy-haired Midwestern hustlers like Midnight Cowboy, and executives wives and blond divorcées from the coast. The same skinny women promenade past the buildings now, updated in French twin sets and hailing taxis in their matching shoes as they check the hotel and restaurant windows to see who's inside.They pass in ones and twos, always on the building side of the street, never along the park. You never know if they are the real deal or just hangers on. Or prostitutes. For someone who is not impressed by all the dubious money and style that has flooded this place, it creates anxiety about income inequality. My own, in particular. How much better I could spend it.

From One of Our Far-flung Correspondents

Jerry Miller writes that he was out walking in the snow this week and observed the following scenes and thoughts. They were a woman sitting reading in the snow in Riverside Park and a poetic pause by the statue of Eleanor Roosevelt at 72nd Street and Riverside Drive.

Quote Jerry: I saw Eleanor Roosevelt and asked her what she thought of this oddly cold and snowy winter.  She didn't reply right away and seemed to be thinking it over.  It was too cold to wait for her answer so I just continued my walk.

Don't Mind Us While We Add a Few Floors Under the Building

This is a pastiche of photos I took of a building on Columbus Avenue and 92nd Street where somebody decided to add a few floors under ground. From all appearances, the building is still occupied by its residents, though you have to wonder if it's safe and if the noise of this construction wouldn't drive you to kill yourself anyway. The hole in the foreground used to be a large concrete plaza that nobody ever used. Given the success of the Columbus Square retail development five blocks north, the owner is probably trying to cash in on all the wasted space. 

Supreme Court Stands up for the Constitution. Well, Mostly.

The Supreme Court killed DOMA today, and as expected the conservative block led by Antonin Scalia railed in its dissent at the injustice of it all. In a truly twisted turn of logic, Scalia claimed that those who were completely unaffected by the law are the real victims. It is revealing that his hissy fit from the bench made only an emotional dissent to an outcome he could not win through logic. That's the problem with conservatism these days. Unable to justify its point of view through anything in the way of an ideological truth, it panders strictly to emotions. The bigotry enshrined in DOMA was overtly discriminatory against a whole class of people. And yet, year after year after year conservatives denied it was so while continually failing to elucidate a logical argument in its favor. It was just so much emotion and fear. DOMA was good because they said so. 

Bigotry is looking at someone and seeing something intrinsic about them that you don't like, be it their manner, their skin color, who they associate with, or any other thing you can't put your finger on, but use to rationalize a hatred of them. When this hatred is recognized by others, it becomes discrimination. When it is enshrined in law, as in DOMA, it is unconstitutional. Persons who insists that only their values are the correct order for the world fall easily into emotional thinking. They quickly discard the logic and rule of law. Under such circumstances, they will never come to a rational point of view about their own self interest, let alone others.

DOMA was born out of fear that the state of Hawaii would pass the first same sex equality law. In a way that was a big favor. It focused the fight. Congress would never have passed a law guaranteeing marriage equality on its own. It was only by doing the opposite that equal rights could eventually be claimed. The clear assertion by the Supreme Court that DOMA, or anything like it is a violation of the constitution could only have happened if the law existed to begin with. It will be interesting to see how the fight plays out in the thirty states that have marriage discrimination laws. It's not looking good for them.

Window Washer Could Use Another Pair of Suspenders

This is known in the neighborhood as the ivy covered building. It is covered in ivy, which hasn't leafed out yet this spring, up to about the 8th floor. There's a window washer standing on the ledge on the 7th floor in this photo. It's difficult to see him, but I wanted to give an idea of the fearless height he is working at. From the second photo, you can see that he didn't bother concerning himself about showing an eyeful of builder's cleavage. He probably didn't think anyone was looking.