Sondheim, Part One

Well, it all started with a letter.

I wrote to him WAY back when, in the late 'Eighties, and asked if he needed anyone to be his assistant. Why I thought he'd answer, I have no idea. But three days later I got a note back, saying he didn't use assistants on shows, but would I like to come in and meet him?

Uhhh - yeah! Hello!

So I schlepped in from New Jersey to his place on the East Side and there began a friendship that would influence me all my life. You do have to be cautious "meeting your gods," but I'd rather have gone down that road than not.

More to come...

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