While at cast party in 1989, in the Woodstock area, Katherine, the Director of large ensemble cast got a chance to chat with me. The TD was her long-time partner. While inquiring where I was from, etc., she discovered I was from Brooklyn, my parents were poets…Upon my description, her partner, Norm, asked if my Mom was Merle. I replied yes. He turned white and nearly fell to his knees, saying “Oh, my God! You’re the little Girl…!” Apparently, when I was 9, back in 1975, we moved from Crown Heights Brooklyn to Park Slope. In the move, my cat, Little Egypt, was lost. Norm was the painter of the apartment who lost my cat. He never liked cats. When I discovered Little Egypt was lost, I made my Mom walk me back to the apartment the following day with cat food and a suitcase. I remember it well. We spent an hour in the empty apartment calling for the cat, to no avail. I was sobbing, relentlessly, as we left. Norm, the painter, who lost the cat, felt his heart break for the little girl. Since then, he became a cat lover, and he and Katherine have always had cats since. He had a chance to make his amends to me on the spot. We have had quite a few chance encounters – a bit freaky – since, every few years. Beautiful people they are. I’m sure our story isn’t over.
WE GET PEOPLE TALKING.
