Sunday was Mother’s Day and I reminded Mom that May 17 is coming up. Howard would have been 67 years old.
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I don’t remember the first time I met Alan Menken. No doubt it was at a rehearsal or early performance of God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, but I’m sure I was much more excited about the possibility of being in the same room as Kurt Vonnegut than about meeting some new composer. That was 34 years ago. We’ve had a chance to get to know each other since then.
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