ABSTRACT
We got calls from all kinds of people wanting to know about the NTD, so I assumed this
was one of those calls. Instead, a woman invited me to lunch with her and her husband at
the faculty dining room at Rockefeller University. I assumed they were interested in
having the NTD perform somewhere, and we desperately needed bookings, so I deigned
to meet with them. One must make all kinds of sacrifices in the name of Art, I silently
thought.
