It was 7:50 PM, and we were running through Times Square in New York trying to make an 8:00 PM show at the Richard Rodgers Theatre on 46th St. We had made the mistake of ordering dessert at dinner (I just had to have some tiramisu), thinking we would grab a cab to ferry us to the theatre in time. Big mistake. The cab was barely moving through the congested traffic, so we literally hopped out in the middle the street—me, my husband, sister, and friend from high school—and started wending our way through the thick crowds, me ignoring the pain of my pointy-toed kitten-heeled boots. We hurriedly zigged and zagged, bumped into and plowed through the throngs of people, while the bright lights of Times Square illuminated our desperate trek to make the downbeat of the most celebrated show on Broadway. With two minutes to spare, we grabbed our tickets at will call, courtesy of one of my … [continue reading...] about Hold Hands With Strangers?