I remember going out to meet a friend for a drink the night of 9/11 -- we both couldn't stand looking at CNN anymore and needed to get out of the house and be around people. I walked 20+ blocks from the East 30s to the West teens and it was downright spooky. Just about every single business was closed on the way (many with signs in the window saying they were closed due to the tragedy). The only cars on the streets were emergency vehicles -- ambulances, fire trucks and police cars with flashing lights and sirens blaring. There were no regular cars, trucks, vans, cabs or buses and very few people on the sidewalks.
There was the smell of burning surfur (and god-knows-what-else) in the air -- a toxic all-encompassing smell that was everywhere you went (indoors and outdoors) that remained for more than a month afterwards. Amazingly, the bar we planned to meet at was open when I got there. There were only a dozen or two people there, many looking shell-shocked and the mood was decidedly somber. After an hour or so, my friend and I took off to take a look around the city. From Chelsea to Union Square to the East Village, the city was deserted with only the occasional person out on the streets (mostly people walking their dogs). It was eerie.
The next day, barricades went up at 14th Street, all the way across the city. For the next week or so, you could only venture south of that if you had ID proving that you lived there (which basically killed all business in the Village and Chinatown and below, including all the restaurants and theaters located there). From a theatre perspective, 9/11 pretty much wiped out Off-Broadway (and it's never fully recovered) with show after show posting closing notices within the following month or two.
Looking back at my calendar from 2001, I see that I attended several shows in the weeks following 9/11 -- A Chorus Line (at Papermill the following Sunday), Paul Rudnick's Rude Entertainment at the Greenwich House (with Harriet Harris, Peter Barlett and Neal Huff), Dance of Death at the Broadhurst (with Ian McKellan and Helen Mirren), the Dreamgirls Actor's Fund concert at the Ford Center. But, most people stayed home -- too traumatized to go anywhere or do anything.
It took Broadway and the theatre community many many months (if not more than a year) to get anywhere back to normal and you could still feel the lingering effects of the tragedy for a long time after that.
"What a story........ everything but the bloodhounds snappin' at her rear end." -- Birdie
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Updated On: 2/12/07 at 08:40 PM