LAST I saw Mary Elizabeth Smith of Texas was at a Broadway show opening. She leaned on both a walking stick and her longtime devoted aide
Denis Ferrara. Over the last years, I didn’t totally forget. I invited for dinner, dished when we saw one another, offered transportation to her longtime Third Avenue apartment.
It wasn’t easy, but occa- sionally I reached out. You must reach out. None of us must ever forget to reach out.