Part 7 finds us walking down Broadway after a long day at the Museum of Natural History. Julio alias Papa Ulos also known as my Dad has the most stamina of our group. You may find him catnapping every chance he gets, but when it's time for the troops to move out he is front and center leading the march. I know what your thinking, but please do not give into the temptation to call him Seargant Shultz. It may amuse you to know that this great leader of ours was indeed a Staff Seargant in WWII. Leaving Hogan Heroes behind let's continue on to Lincoln Center. It's on 65St. and Broadway and probably one of the most beautiful urban sights known to man. In order to follow the next segments of the story it's necessary to understand that I am combining several evenings into one in order to move the story along and not make this a diary or travel log. So please don't go and try this when you visit New York. For the sake of the story I'm going to magically rejuvenate our traveling companions in order to segue into the next adventure. O.k. everyone refreshed? Let's begin. We have tickets to see a ballet tonight. They are a gift from friends who have bequeathed them to us. Tonights ballet is La Bayadere. This Russian classic is a glorious epic of eternal love and godly revenge. What stands out is the stunningly powerful Cuban dancer painted all in gold. His leaps verge on defying gravity as he somehow hovers above the rest of the dancers in an aerial duel.The splendor of walking into Lincoln Center to see a ballet is a right of passage. It's humanity at the height of aesthetics. From the Italian marble steps to the plush crimson carpet one is surrounded by art at every glance. Light glimmers down from chandeliers to ensconse the patrons in a golden light that foreshadows the epic performance to come. Each step takes on a more significant meaning as you enter the theater and are lead to your seat. The orchestra is warming up and the tone for curtain call rings like a gong in a kings court. The lights dim and you become entranced by each detail that has been attended to. The costumes, sets and lighting give hint to the art that goes into a production of this order. For this evening you are invited to take part as royalty would in the celebration of fleeting excellence. Words can only do so much to convey the feeling that one gets as the curtain falls and a thunderous applause showers down in waves of profound appreciation and gratitude. Curtain calls and flowers rejuvenate the feeling as each new wave forever bonds this audience to its performers. Upon exiting even your fellow man takes on a fresher appearance, for hope has been infused by the spirit of this experience. As the energy and people disperse to go their separate ways families friends and lovers share smiles and enthusiastic exchanges to keep this night alive. After theater bistros begin to fill with a fervor that can only be described as a post performance glow. With Playbills in hand we walk an extra subway stop to enjoy the night air before we retire to our chambers. I hope this brings to life the flavor that is uniquely New York. Thank you and goodnight. Submitted for your approval. Jody
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