Watching Cat on a Hot Tin Roof in Bryant Park two or three summers ago, sweltering with friends before the oversize screen, and when the camera came creeping in on Paul Newman’s giant face, his enormous eyes light and luminous in black-and-white, the whole crowd, thousands of people, stopped clattering and whispering and drew breath [...]

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Aunt Sally sat next to me at Macbeth last night. I know her name is Aunt Sally because she told me a story about her niece. “I have a niece who’s gay; I love her dearly; she always says, ‘Aunt Sally, you have to be up to date on this sort of information.’” [...]

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