Oh, hi friends! A few years ago I walked into the restaurant No. 7 in Fort Greene. I was early. That should have been the first sign this night would be memorable. I’m never early. I met a man who was tall and wearing a button-down shirt and glasses. We hugged hello. We talked about theater and our families and editing — he was an editor, too — and
A note for the weekend
A note for the weekend
A note for the weekend
Oh, hi friends! A few years ago I walked into the restaurant No. 7 in Fort Greene. I was early. That should have been the first sign this night would be memorable. I’m never early. I met a man who was tall and wearing a button-down shirt and glasses. We hugged hello. We talked about theater and our families and editing — he was an editor, too — and