Small airport holding area. I walk in and there he is, lines in his lap, phone headset perched on his head.
It was snowing, and the huge plate-glass window behind him backlit his face. I tried to exhale and remain calm, but this was Mandy Patinkin. I felt winded, as if all the air had gone out of me as I tried just to remain standing.
I was carrying my "Cantors Conference":http://www.accantors.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=Content.default bag. "You're a cantor?" he asked. I nodded weakly, still unable to speak. I extended my hand and said, "Karen Gilat." He stretched his arm and Read more