I remember sitting high up in the Gods in the Citizens Theater in Glasgow in the early 1960s watching Albert Finney in Pirandello’s Henry IV. The whole theater was filled with a magical energy. The next time this happened was in Los Angeles. I had gone to the market and was on my way home driving up Hilgard when my car almost on its own accord drove into the UCLA campus—there was no way I could have stopped it! So I bought a ticket for a student production of a play about Icarus. It was wonderful with two beautiful puppets being part of the performance and the audience too with a standing ovation.