Since I'm on the Board, I thought I'd share a moment that happened the night Harriet & Ted & Michelle & her Steve & Lenny came to see my play "To Bury Caesar."

We're all standing there in the lobby, all happy and hugging and misty-eyed and carrying-on with all having finally met, deciding which bar to hit first, when Michelle looks up at me and uttters the immortal words:

"I thought you'd be taller."

Note: This is virtually the FIRST thing she says to me. Note: I said, "Michelle looked UP at me," which is accurate, because I stand about six feet tall, and Michelle can be picked up, put in my shirt pocket, and I'd still have plenty of room left over my pack of Luckies and Zippo lighter.

"I thought you'd be taller." Uh-huh.

Well, you know the punchline, what else could I say: "I try to be."

"Yeah," she grinned. "That's the only appropriate answer, isn't it."

Yes. It is.

At least she didn't suck her thumb and try to sit in my lap while I was standing up (I doubt Steve would've been amused, even if she'd been so inclined, which I doubt).

"I thought you'd be taller...." Yeah!