At the intermission, we are in the green room, everyone jabbering a mile a minute because there is so much energy in the theater that night.
Except for Robin Williams.
He is standing quietly against a wall, a look of discomfort etched on his face. Onstage, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He was relentless. It was impossible to not feel his impact.
Offstage, he is Boo Radley — hugging the corner, hidden, uncomfortable.
I have no idea who Chris Gethard is, but his remembrance of Robin Williams is pretty lovely.