I may look into it, but New York is a level of mobility commitment and subsequent physical calculation I usually do not venture. In truth, I couldn’t have gone because I couldn’t have kept up. The buses hitch up in traffic, so I feel purely frustrated not walking, and the subways are be-staired. N is actually adept at getting me through the city with any spoons left but categorically will not squire me to Yiddish theatre, an interfaith conflict so piercing I should work it into a short story. Ah, well.