My Black Friday at the store was... boring, no customers came to the flooring department and I was never needed in appliances.
And then, just after dinner, as I was sitting at my desk working on the next book, the headline flashed that Stephen Sondheim had died. Ah, yes, this was Black Friday.
I was lucky enough to see three of his shows on Broadway and each, in its own way, was riveting. The first I saw when I was in college. I, and two of my friends, jaunted up to New York to see a little show titled Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street, with Angela Lansbury as Mrs. Lovett, no less. Amazing. The show turned Broadway on its ears. How audacious! To write a show with great music, great lyrics, and then mix in a little blood and revenge. I was hooked on Sondheim.