From the ramparts of Belvedere Castle, in Central Park, Noah Emmerich looked down on the Delacorte Theatre with a half smile. It was a spring day, and Emmerich, in jeans and an indigo T-shirt, was recalling another spring day at the Delacorte, thirty-one years ago. In 1982, Emmerich . . .
via The New Yorker http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2013/05/06/130506ta_talk_friend