As a college student in 1973, I was working as an usher at a theater in Madison, Wisconsin, the night the world-famous French mime Marcel Marceau performed. He was spellbinding in his skits as various characters.
Early the next morning, I was picking my way along the narrow, unshoveled Langdon Street sidewalk following others' footprints amid snow piled a couple of feet deep. No other people or vehicles were present. The snowy street was silent and magical.
I glanced up and noticed a man in a long, thick fur coat stepping along the sidewalk path about a block Read more