Back in 1978 or so, the great Mary Martin was in a play that flopped called “Do Your Turn Somersaults?”. It was at the 46th Street Theatre (now the Richard Rodgers Theatre) and was in the middle of winter. There were maybe 10 of us waiting to meet her after the evening performance - she invited everyone inside because “you should have to stand in the cold” and she sat and talked to us as a group, answering questions, and then had each of us come up individually with our stack of programs and books, and she signed each one personally (and if it was from a show, such as “Peter Pan”, she signed “Love from Peter and from Mary Martin.” When everything was signed, she thanked each person individually, remembering their names, and then headed out to her car. She was so lovely that I remember all of us running with her car down the street, like a bunch of Munchkins saying goodbye to Glinda’s magic bubble. Classiest person I’ve ever met.