When I was a little girl growing up in rural South Carolina, two things were on my bucket list:
- Live somewhere where Chinese restaurants existed and get food delivered so I could eat right out of take-out boxes with chopsticks, just like the families on my favorite Friday night sitcoms.
- Visit New York to see Cats on Broadway. Just who was this Andrew Lloyd Weber fellow and why were all the 80s morning talk shows abuzz about these live-action, dancing tabbies?
With regards to eating from Chinese take-out containers, I have succeeded beyond my wildest dreams – seven-year-old Kathy would be pleased to know that I now own several sets of chopsticks. But my goal of seeing Cats on Broadway has proved to be, much like actual felines, elusive.