As with the ancient Greeks, I’ve always been a believer in fate and it tends to aim directly for me. A few weeks after graduating from college, I worked as a production assistant for a Broadway-bound play, A Meeting By The River, by the eminent British-American novelist and playwright Christopher Isherwood and his long-time partner, acclaimed artist Don Bachardy. The play, newly adapted from Isherwood’s 1967 novel of the same name, united renowned Broadway producers, a Tony Award-winning director and a star-studded cast—but would ultimately be eviscerated by the Broadway critics and close after opening night. Although the Palace Theatre’s…
