The cranes are in front of the Eugene O’Neill getting ready to take down the signage for “Spring Awakening” (the show that preceded us…which I saw twice I liked it so much) and to put up the marquee for “33 Variations.” Lori Elwell, my pixie-like dresser, just asked me how I would feel seeing myself up on a Broadway marquis after 45 years. “Will your feelings be the same as back then or different?” she asked. I had to think about it for a moment. “The same,” I had to reply. “It will seem as surreal now as it did then.” I still find it hard to believe that I have survived all the sturm and drang for the past four decades. I only came to realize later in life the extent to which I didn’t follow the rules proscribed for those who want a successful show biz career. At the height of my most bankable years (24 to 32 yrs) I lived in Paris; then I became very controversial during the following decade, almost entirely eschewing the glamour and Hollywood relationship-building that I now realize is so essential to survival to a long career/See you next time.