Good morning, all! Yes, indeedy, a lovely time was held by DRs Ben and Jose, Jose's charming friend James, and myself last evening! STAGEDOOR was a very sweet and moving trbute to the showbiz bug, but I wish we'd had maybe 90 minutes instead of 79, just to fill in some of the questions I had.
After that, I returned home and finished the Eileen Heckart bio. What a beautiful book! Any faults I could find would center on the book's assemblage, such as several printing errors that a proofing should have caught. The final chapters dealing with his father's death from geart attack and Miss Heckart's from cancer were intensely moving for me. I recommend this memoir highly.
Dear Friend BK, I had my pocket picked three tmes in the past 25 years in Manhattan - once in a crowded coffee shop and twice on the subway during rush hour - so I know the inconvenience, frustration and rage you're going through. Anything I can say is cold comfort, so I'll only wish your wallet mysteriously turns up in the mail, as my last one did. I believe the thieves took the $2.00 and credit cards, then tossed the wallet in a mailbox. Why they couldn't have kept the drivers license with the shitty photo I'll never know.