A review of the Broadway revival of BOEING, BOEING in today's New York Times. The reviewer calls it "Euclidean" because he feels needlessly ashamed of himself for thoroughly enjoying something once associated with Jerry Lewis. I'm extrapolating! Often the New York Times will throw Jerry a bone. Today's mention, if not exactly dismissive, wears an air of knowing (read misinformed) chagrin. Wow! That's the worst sentence ever. More coffee for me! (Pictured, Euclid.)
