On Broadway.

6-6-09 SHORT HILLS: We saw “God of Carnage” with James Gandolfini, Hope Davis, Jeff Goldblum and Marcia Gay Harden last Thursday. The play is entertaining, sort of like “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf”, but not quite as funny or edgy. Seeing the actors on stage who are so familiar from TV and film is a bit odd and incongruous. It’s sort of like seeing your friends on stage. They are so easily recognized that you expect them to be the other characters you know from other vehicles.

We got to 45th St. a bit early and went to see the new Times Square Mall. Broadway is closed to traffic, but the cross streets and 7th Ave are not. All the triangles and trapezoids formed by the diagonal intersections of Broadway with the grid streets are for pedestrians. There are plastic patio lounge chairs and tables set out on the blacktop—talk about incongruous.

Broadway and 47th, I guess the economy has really slowed down.

Meanwhile, back in the garden, we have had three days of downpours and everything is soggy. The new pachysandra loved it. Today I potted two more elm volunteers for Vermont.


Peony.