In the 1970s, I was a student at the New York Academy of Theatrical Arts. The school was in a building just west of Fifth Avenue, on 57th Street. The dance instructor there was a larger-than-life gent in his late 60s or early 70s who wore a black satin, red-lined cape and carried a black… Continue reading The one about a lesson in theatrical timing. Or that messy thing that fell from the sky.