I am at the center of a supernatural, fourth-dimensional vortex. How else could you explain this remarkable coincidence? Last year on 5 July, I went to see the Shakespeare play in Central Park. This year on 5 July, I also went to see the Shakespeare play in Central Park.

Spooky, eh?

Last year (and you can read my blog archive to confirm this), Rob and I went down to wait in line for tickets at 5:30 AM. Likewise yesterday. They distribute the tickets at 1:00 PM, which left us seven and a half hours of waiting amongst intense humidity, insecticide fumes, and numerous Loudmouth Know-It-Alls™. I brought my computer so I could get some work done. The same annoying flautist showed up. Petitioners (for eliminating motorized traffic in the park) and pamphlet distributors (for Jews for Jesus) patrolled the line. A dog tried to eat our food. Someone shrieked “Shut up!” at the flautist. Liev Shrieber drove up on his bicycle.

In other words, a typical New York City morning.

We got fabulous seats, and the play, Henry V, was brilliantly staged.

The best part was that Bronson Pinchot played one of the minor characters, Pistol; a few weeks ago, I saw Mark Linn-Baker, who was Toad in Frog and Toad.

It’s “Perfect Strangers” Reunion Summer in New York!

Now that’s what I call a supernatural, fourth-dimensional vortex.