Wednesday, March 6, 2024


Katie retreats back into the row to put her jacket on at the end of the show, while the rest of the audience piles down the stairs and out into the night. We’ve just seen a Broadway musical theater version of the tearjerker “The Notebook.” 

I’m standing by an usher, pushed up against the wall as the press of humanity squeezes by, watching the crowd as they go.

“Lotta clear eyes tonight,” the usher exclaims, “that’s unusual.”

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