The Brooklyn Battery Tunnel might have been Mars, as far as this morning's "commute" was concerned. I just kept getting forwarded east by New York's finest - first from the completely closed down West Side Highway to 12th Ave., then 10th Ave. and finally to 8th Ave where I wandered in vain below Tribeca in search of any road that might lead to the tunnel or any crossing into Brooklyn. But alas, as the time of my scheduled performance came and went, it was not to be, and I had to inch my way back home, two and a half hours later.
It was the first show I've missed and I do not feel good about it. Let this be a lesson to any Manhattanites who venture out to another borough on a Sunday morning. Check for those damn runners!