|Are you still wondering if this will be good ?|
Yes, I'm over 40 but I only recently visited New York City for the first time. I didn't come from a rich family. We all had to put in long hours in the family business. Our only family vacation consisted of a one-week drive to Florida. The Plymouth overheated every 1.5 hours.
Here is my fax (yes, I had to send a fax, from the Plymouth) to his publicist:
I just wanted to thank John Lithgow for the moving performance while visiting Broadway for my first time ever.
I was in the first row balcony for the matinee on May 26 for The Columnist and it was an incredibly moving experience for me.
Thank you Mr. Lithgow. You are truly an inspiration.
I used to think of myself as some kind of "Imagineering" robot machine, absorbing a net search like nobody else, ready to cyber-realize any single place on Earth.
I just didn't expect to experience what I did in Manhattan.
First of all I found a clean city. That was a huge surprise.
I also found extremely nice people everywhere I turned. There were only 3 street beggars in 6 days, and they were all courteous. In Toronto today it's more like 3 every mile.
Though I met new friends and had a lot of fun interacting with them, I needed Saturday afternoon in Manhattan to be all mine. When I got to the TKTS booth, I had two plays in mind: Venus in Fur, because it came highly rated, and The Columnist, not because I was a gay guy (I had no idea what it was about going in), but because of one single reason: John Lithgow.
|I believe the kidz say... "ZOMG"|
It was John Lithgow's performance that drew first a tear from my eye, and then the water works. My shirt was literally drenched. Lithgow's portrayal of Joseph Alsop (a true story from the Kennedy era) was the most moving performance of my stay in NYC.
That's saying a lot.
I really do want to run away to NYC now.
I fear that I'm now a New Yorker and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm going to give the Toronto theatre scene a good ol' college try, and if they need me, I'll volunteer.
Maybe the next NYC bum asking you for change will be a handsome Canadian ex-pat, trying to get $80 together for his next Broadway fix.
If it's me and I smell bad, just say so. I want to be fresh if I bump into John... or Brian.