Eighteen years ago when I was a college student from Oklahoma visiting New York with dreams of one day living here, I stood, not moving, outside the lobby of a Broadway theatre caught in the post-show throng and not knowing immediately which way to go. A hand reached out to guide me aside. I turned my head to see Ben Vereen pass. For the rest of the week, I reminded everyone in my tour group that Ben Vereen had touched me.
Last night as I emerged from the theatre, I stopped,