"Trapped!"

 Or so it seems. Monday evening---the beginning of the true frightening cold for the next two days. What does that mean. Will I have students---will I be forced to "remain" in the apartment---if so, do I have enough reading material to sustain me..? Visiting unchartered" territory Will certainly have to go out at some point...lots of unknowns.

This morning, even with snow on the ground---the city was pretty easy to move around in. Finally decided that this was the best day to visit the Whitney, to see the exhibit that honors Alvin Ailey. Visiting the Whitney means traveling on the far, far west side of Manhattan---near 12th or 13th Street. Not a world that I normally hang out in. Before museum visit found a restaurant-coffee shop about a block away---had a really good portion of Tomato Soup---but $12.00 before the tax...my God, where will it end? The  shop must have had eight or nine tables--each one taken--mostly 20 or 30 somethings who seemed very at home with the ambience---and the prices. My impression---they show a real sense of entitlement---very comfortable paying for the world around them. Then on to the Museum.

The Ailey tribute occupied a whole floor of the Whitney---truly vast. On a large screen with ever changing images, one could see moments from his major dances. Also interesting part of the exhibit that shows the visitor his life in the early sixties. Believe it or not, I saw him in a play in May of 61, The play's name was Call Me By My Rightful Name---written by Michael Shurtleff, about a love triangle---two roommates, one black and one white, and the woman who had affairs with both of them. Pete Masterson and Joan Hackett played the other two members of this triangle. I remember it well--had a real sense of power, but has since faded into obscurity---sad, because the play is well written and has three great roles. But it has definitely slipped through the cracks.

There---I have said it all--now all the remains is to wait, and see how my life in the cold plays out.