I'll never forget the brief moment I actually got to see him in person. The pre-Broadway production of Lost in Yonkers was playing at the National Theatre in Washington, D.C. in early 1991. It was freezing cold and breezy. We were waiting for my granddad to pick us up. Two men strolled by us, talking loudly; one referred to the other as "Doc," and my ears perked up. I turned, and there he stood, a big smile on his face. You know what struck me? He was a tall thin man. For some reason I never thought Neil Simon was tall. Funny. I think he'd have been tickled at my observation and expectation. At least I hope so.
This is a loss that hurts. Rest in peace, and thank you, Mr. Simon.