In Manhattan at the time one block was pristine while the next was grotty.
New York on $50 a Day suggested I go to Broadway and pick up refund tickets to a show. Christopher Plummer was in Macbeth, right across the street from the theatre, but this was New York City — I had even been swept at! — and I figured the poetry of TS Elliott was exactly right. I chose to see Cats! instead.
It was exactly as advertised — a bunch of singing and dancing cats.
TS Elliott might have been name-checked in the showbill but any resemblance the flamboyant and loud show bore to his austere poetry was purely accidental. I’d been had, but I figured I got my money’s worth – I stayed.
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