CATS! on Broadway

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. 

"Jesus Christ, what a city!"

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.