We already had a willing audience in their seats as well as standing.
We didn't need them restless as well as shivering
in this immense drafty space, that had once been used for storage
of off-loaded ship's cargo,
but now  was empty and a close-to-perfect venue
for this many ways mysterious performance.

So, Corinna asked me to go find the Statue.
Now, I could have run to the back and flung open the large doors in the back and had an amazing view of the real Statue of Liberty.
But my usual insanity prevailed, and I didn't.
The view  through those doors
must have had something to do with the
inception of the Statue as the narrator of this play,
but there was just too much breeze coming in off NY Harbor,
and the back doors were barricaded against the wind and my escape
on that cool, sunny early Spring day.

But to really find our Statue, Kim Guzowski,
I had to run up the aisle
past the audience and  into the glaring sunlight.
Sunblind, I saw Kim about 30 feet away stiff legging towards me.
But I was not sure if she was milling about the entrance
still hawking our art wares or heading right in.

I think from the look on her face when
I told her the show had started,
it was the latter.
Next... the great and powerful Gecko
         

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