Another neighborhood, another borough and I wasn’t happy. It was as bad as I had expected from the stories I recall from my childhood. Fort Apache the Bronx. Well, not that bad. We went to the movies and the theatre was really bad. Unclean, torn seats, the screen showed evidence that things had been tossed at it.

We had wanted to see a Fathom event Of the Bolshoi Ballet. The closer theaters were sold out so hey, why not. Well, not again.