That day, I aimed to view a production of The Tempest through a difficult flood.  Prepared to pique an interest in the larger “theater is life” argument, I got my notebook ready.  The hours passed.  I sought to leave my apartment, and my transit app reported possible subway interruption.  Ugh!  Cancel culture, after three days of extraordinary weather, somehow won the play card again.  Why hadn’t I seen the opera on opening night on Thursday?