Saturday, October 4, 2014
My fondest memory of Paula was standing in line in NYC in the Village waiting to get in to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time. I have always gone to bed early and strongly disliked most cities. Yet, there I was at midnight with Paula and she was telling everyone in line I was a "virgin". I had know idea what was going on. I didn't know there were "Rocky Horror Virgins". I didn't know why people were dressed the way they were and why they were carrying toasted bread. I didn't know why I was standing in line in New York in Greenwich Village paying a small fortune to see a movie at midnight. And of course, Paula pretty much knew everyone around us. She's chitchatting with everyone. I'm flabbergasted trying to figure out how she knows everyone in the village while she teaches in Cape May. We had a blast. But, that was Paula-always an enigma! I will never look at Rocky Horror the same way and I will never look at NYC the same way. And I will always miss her company.
