It was 50 years ago this month. My first professional production was about to open in New York. Since a headshot was needed for publicity, my roommate took some photos on the roof of our building on West 107th Street.
I suppose I was precocious, as well as lucky. In a lot of ways, it’s been downhill since then. At that time I was introduced to a top Broadway producer and the head of a major publishing company.
The effect of this success was writer’s block for a number of years. Who was I to think I could be a success? Not me, according to the training of my childhood and youth.
The photo suggests confident self-awareness. Not so . . . .
Photo by Bill Shorr