From the Mouths of Babes

Two young kids in Greenpoint, shouting down the street, on my way home from the fine new revival of Waiting for Godot:

Kid 1: A hobo knows his way around better than you.

Kid 2: I'm not from around here!

Kid 1: Neither are the hoboes! They live everywhere. Next thing you know, you're going to find them under the cars.

If one measure of the impact of a piece of theater, or any work of art, is the way it resharpens our senses, or seems even to generate its own synchronicities, well, then, chalk one up for this new Godot.