Not a Midas-touch but a Pulitzer-touch is what her brother displayed three times. She was 76 when I met her and I was 31, not quite like the movie “Harold and Maude,” but close.
I promised myself I would listen if she wanted to speak about her famous brother, but I would not pry or prod or be nosy. I had only met him once, over drinks at New Haven’s Old Heidelberg in 1975. Now he was a front page article in the New York Times Dec. 8 : “Thornton Wilder is dead at 78. Won three Pulitzers for his work.”