For my birthday, I did what one does in New York City: I caught a Broadway play, called Irena's Vow. I was walking through the Times Square area one morning when I spotted this theater marquee (at right). It caught my eye because Irena was my mother's name, and I rarely see the Polish spelling of the name, much less on a theater on Broadway. It turned out it was based on the true story of a Polish woman who helped dozens of Jews survive the Holocaust by sheltering them in her own home.
I had a little hesitation about seeing it after I learned it had received only mixed reviews from the critics. But I'm glad I did. It was intense (as would be expected, considering the subject matter), but well worth seeing. Irena's daughter (of the real Irena, not the actress) was in the audience that night and was invited to speak at the end of the show, so we got the added bonus of her personal insight into her mother's life.
And it reminded me, once again, how amazing it is that all over Manhattan, every night of the week, there is live theater like this happening on dozens (hundreds?) of stages all over the city.