It seems like forever that I remember two ushers talking to each other after a matinee performance of The Minutes and one of them mentioning that a third usher was not going to be able to come to work that evening because she had a strange and very strong virus. Little did I know that that evening’s performance was going to be cancelled and so was all of theatre around the world going to be cancelled for the 459 days. It was a VERY rare snow day that could close Broadway – it seemed like it could survive anything but no – – this virus was a different matter entirely. But now things are slowly beginning to loosen up. Theatres are beginning to announce their seasons – most of which will launch in September and October of this year. I cannot wait. I built much of my retirement plans around the idea that I would be skipping off to NYC frequently, stay at my pied-à-terre, and watch theatre with abandon.