It was so muggy and nasty yesterday afternoon that as I sat at the fountain of Lincoln Center, waiting to meet my friend, it was all I could do to keep myself from leaping in. The fountain has been under construction/renovation for what, frankly, feels like decades. You haven’t been able to get to it. It’s all been very controversial, as any change to any landmark in New York is (witness the brou-haha over moving the fountain in Washington Square Park). But now you can get to the fountain, there’s a wide place to sit (wide enough for Bialystock and Bloom to continue running and skipping through all eternity). As I sat there, the sky gradually got darker and darker, heavy with heat and held-back rain, and I kept thinking to myself, “If I leap in really quickly … who will notice … who will care …”
