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My name is Rhoda Morgenstern. I was born in the Bronx, New York in December of 1941. I’ve always felt responsible for World War II. The first thing I remember liking that liked me back was food. I had a bad puberty; it lasted seventeen years. I’m a high school graduate. I went to art school. My entrance exam was on a book of matches. I decided to move out of the house when I was twenty-four. My mother still refers to this as the time I ran away from home. Eventually, I ran to Minneapolis, where it’s cold and I figured I’d keep better. Now I’m back in Manhattan. New York, this is your last chance!

Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down. Weebles are around, don’t fall down! Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble. Don’t fall down!

Overture, curtains, lights. This is it, the night of nights. No more rehearsing and nursing a part, we know every part by heart! Overture, curtains, lights. This is it, you’ll hit the heights. And oh, what heights we’ll hit. On with the show this is it. Tonight what heights we’ll hit, on with the show this is it!