Enjoyed reading this. This part made me laugh.

"As the performances approached, Santina Goodman '83, who directed the play, wanted John to cut off his hair. There was a lot of it, this hair, and it curled languorously and, I think, probably occasionally stopped traffic. So John showed up one night at rehearsal with a barbarous crewcut. It had a military severity. He was incredibly excited about it. "Ralphie," he said. "I went into a bar last night and no one knew who I was!" He said it the way you or I might speak of the lotto jackpot."