My brother suggested that I share the following story with you.
In June my sister-in-law and I bought tickets to see THE FULL MONTY on Broadway on September 18, 2001; tickets were in the third row in case they needed volunteers. We talked to each other after the terrorists struck, trying to decide what to do.
For those of you who don’t know the movie or the show, it is about several unemployed male steel workers who decide to earn money by doing a striptease…not a serious subject.
We ended up calling the Mayor’s Office. He had made a recorded statement that New York needed Broadway–it is an integral part of the tourist attractions–and Broadway needed us. Rose and I went to St. Malacy’s Church and then to the theatre. The play was hilarious although the we did not see any totally naked men. We applauded the actors in their robes and then the actors applauded the audience. Everyone cried and some of the numbness disappeared.