The last warm, sun-filled Sunday in September and I was heading to the underground Harris Theater to see Baryshnikov dance. When I mentioned my indoor plans for the afternoon, my neighbor snickered. I worried, too: would the great male dancer embarrass himself?
Pas de tout.
I’d seen Baryshnikov dance many times, in the mid-to-late 1970s, in [...]
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