The last thing we did in NY was go see the musical Kinky Boots (ex-wife, 2 kids, and me, an odd family reunion).  A chance for an aging bourgeois audience to roar their approval for cross dressing and gay hipness.  Lots of loud cheers and believe it or not, a standing ovation, in New York, not Portland!  The whole thing was a metaphor for the Broadway Musical itself.  A son saves his father’s moribund shoe factory by converting it to making outrageous boots for female impersonators.  To me, the whole idea of a Broadway musical is moribund.  My kids both loved it, by the way.  But to me, they don’t make ’em like Rodgers and Hart anymore, and there’s no way they could.  I guess that makes me the aging bourgeois I was talking about.

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