My good friend Bruce flew to New York City once during a winter when I was living in the West Village working on a play called MISTAKES WERE MADE. I'd moved to New York to be closer to my son Louis who was then a sophomore at the New School. Bruce was staying in Brooklyn, but he was coming into the cold city that morning to drop his stepson Isaac at a h…
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