If there hadn’t been an accident on Route 3 West, the bus from Port Authority would not have had to drive through Union City, New Jersey. And if I had been seated on the other side of the bus, I would not have looked out the window and seen the theatre. It looked so familiar. Suddenly a memory of attending the Passion Play burst into my mind. The marquee was somewhat dilapidated but above it, on the stone façade, there was a cross. Yes, now I was sure. I had been here many years ago when my high school class made the pilgrimage from Brooklyn to see the play about the last days of Christ.
Funny, isn’t it, how a series of unexpected circumstances can trigger a particular memory?