It was a perfect Sunday afternoon. The sun was shining on one and all, there were bikes and skateboards and joggers and sitters-on-benches. And in the near distance, the Statue of Liberty. It catches me by surprise each time I come to the tip of Manhattan, Battery Park and there it is, right there, on a little island right there in the water. It’s like the pyramids which butt up against Cairo, this butts right up to the Staten Island Ferry dock. Was in the neighborhood for an audition. After the audition, walked a few blocks to catch a subway, but the subway entrance was closed, so walked a few more, to the bus stop. I have raved about this app “Bustime”. It matters not which bus, you can chart its progress with precise accuracy. It makes ‘waiting for the bus’ a thing of the past. Standing there, checking the progress of the approaching bus, with two or three others around, I hear a voice, ignore it by not looking up. Hear it again. She is off to my left by a few feet. “Speaking to me?” I query. “Are you?” she says. “What?” I say. “Are you Lorraine?” I just stare at her. She stares back. “I guess you’re not she says” and walks away.