My parents, like all good parents in the mid-forties, took me to see "Oklahoma!" After that, as far as musicals were concerned, I was on my own. I would go to them (and straight plays, too) at Saturday matinees, alone, sitting in the cheapest seats ($1.20) since my allowance was all too modest. And what did I see? A bunch of post-"Oklahoma!" nostalgia shows""Bloomer Girl," "Song of Norway," "Up in Central Park." A co…
SOURCE: The New Yorker at 07:00PM on October 27, 2014