I’m begining to feel like an Obit Editor, with the passing of so many wonderful humans these past few weeks.
As a native NYer who at the age of 16 started to take the train to “The City”, I have many fond memories of Wed. matinee seats, and lunch at Sardi’s. Oh those days fabulous days, when 20$ could buy you the excitiement of live theatre, with a bowl of onion soup and glass of wine,at the most famous of NYC resturants.
For the price of a movie today, I could wander around and gaze at the faces draw in caracture, and dream that one day, I too would be a STAR, on the Great White Way.
The dreams of girlhood never really go cold, stone dead. Not as long as she can cast back to the moments when hopes of stardom were alive, in the most famous bistro, run with loving care by Mister Sardi.
