Won’t You Be My Neighbor

“After that first encounter, Ms. Dupuy would hear Ms. Sullivan through the apartment’s walls, singing — show tunes? There was a sort of lovely peculiarity about this woman, an eccentricity that was inviting. And boy, did she have stories. There was the time she was working as a singer and dancer at the Tropicana in Las Vegas in the 1950s and a pilot with a crew cut invited her to watch a planned detonation of an atomic bomb in the desert. She would never forget that cloud, that boom.” Sheila Sullivan has plenty of stories, but this one is about her (and it’s definitely worth a read). NYT (Gift Article): The Glamorous Stranger Next Door Knew Everyone. And She Needed Help. (This is no ordinary eviction story. Or maybe it is…)