In the summer of 1986, Bari met her husband Marc at a club in the Hamptons. Their chance meeting reminds her of her parents’ love story.
My father, Jack, escaped Nazi Germany in 1939, making a dangerous journey from Frankfurt via Belgium to New York. He met my mother, who had escaped Vienna, and they settled in Washington Heights in northern Manhattan.
“Most nights, there was one stray ticket that theaters were happy to sell cheap to a college girl with a debit card and frizzy hair. Not the case at The St. James Theater on West 44th Street, home to The Producers. You couldn’t get this ticket at TKTS and it was years before you could buy resold tickets online. Night after night, The St. James was my first stop to see if there was a ticket for sale. And night after night, the same ticket lady would turn me away. Until now.”