Friday morning. I rise at the unconscionable hour of nine a.m. for a return engagement at the Waterfront Theatre. Running late as usual so decide to drive even though it’s just a ten minute walk to the island. I think, oh yeah, bound to be pretty quiet down there this time of day, parking, which often is, won’t be a problem. Maybe a few tumbleweeds of rain blowing down Cartwright Street but yeah, we got this whole thing under control. Wrong. The joint is crawling with traffic. Now I’m thinking, a bit frantically, “What did you expect? What did you expect?” I circle round in a crush of cars and pedestrians and veer off to check out my secret parking place. Luck is with me and it’s empty. I snug in and get to the theatre. Things are in fact running a bit late. It’s not a sell-out, but close.
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