Kutshers was once the heart and hub for Catskills comics. I stayed there last night after doing a gig nearby. There are so many Hasidim in the area that I felt like I was on the set of Fiddler on The Roof. They walk in packs along the side of the road — from busy highways to dark rural roads — at all hours of the day and night. There was a fierce storm last night. It was dark and teeming. Trying to avoid these religious folks at night in a storm was like playing a video game called “Don’t Hit the Hasidim.”
By the way, the room and the hotel were disgusting. If I had had any energy to drive home, I would have. But it had taken me over 6 hours to get there from Boston (I got lost). I slept in my clothes because the bedding skanked me out. I was awaken at 7am this morning by the sounds of the large family in the next room singing Hasidic songs.
Aug 23, 2009