We were at Conni's Avant Garde Restaurant Saturday night in Bushwick--which is still, as Williamsburg was when I moved there in 1985, grungy and busy and poor. I navigated us there by driving along under the elevated rail tracks: the shadows, the posts, the uneven roadway, the way cars jut out from and into the under like moray eels attacking from their caves.
Conni's, for those of you who do not know, was founded in Stonington at our humble Opera House, by our Shakespeare actors who know how to eat, sing, and otherwise cavort. Learn more about it at http://www.avantgarderestaurant.com/. Our professional actors, as always, included several of our high school students in this cavorting: here's Galen, now in her first semester upstate at Skidmore College, helping to serve dinner at Saturday night's performance. The concept of the restaurant is one right after OHA's heart: dinner is performance, and we all do it--including bussing the tables!
But perhaps New York City's most marvelous performance each year is the NYC Marathon, held the first Sunday of November and my favorite day to be out in the streets. Here's Judith with some free "thunder sticks" cheering on the runners, with one of my god daughters, Elena.
Most of the runners paint or otherwise wear their names on their sleeves, as it were, so you can cheer them on by name: and for 26 miles it seems all of NYC is out there doing just that for more than 13,000 runners--in specialized wheelchairs as well as clown suits--as they navigate the city from boro to boro.
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