A number of years ago, our theater company had a proposal to do The Diary of Anne Frank. I was not wild about the idea myself. I felt it was depressing and everyone knows how it will end. What can I say, I like comedies. But the other board members felt it was a good idea, and I was not going to stand in the way. We had two casting calls, one for the adults and one for the two girls in the play (Anne and her sister Margot). I got cast as Otto Frank (Anne’s father). I went to the casting call for the girls just to observe. I walked in the room to a plethora of little girls. I had no idea that so many girls in our community wanted to play Anne Frank. I don’t even know how many girls there were, 40? 50? I thought it would be difficult to choose one. But when one girl named Madeline read for the part, I thought to myself, that’s her, that’s Anne. I was not involved in selecting the cast, but I was not alone in my opinion about Madeline. Everybody thought she was perfect. And I hav...