I saw Fanny at Radio City Music Hall with my folks and my Aunt Joannie and Uncle Donnie in 1961. It was glorious. At nine, coming from a small town in the panhandle of Florida, it was so beautiful. The carpet was so elegant. I took my shoes off and felt the plushness of the carpet. The Rockettes were so amazing. Afterwards, we went to an automat, and it also fascinated me. I got large tapioca pudding. No wonder when my Aunt Blanche came to see us she ask Daddy where the side walks were. She was amazed at all the land and trees with no sidewalks. At that time she lived across from Central Park. That why I will always love the song, New York, New York.