HELLO DOLLY makes me cry.  I’ve been watching it all morning, and when Barbra Streisand thanks her dead husband for sending her a sign, letting her know it’s okay to shack up with Walter Matthau, I have to fix my eye makeup.  "Money, pardon the expression, is like manure.  You’ve got to spread it around, encouraging young things to grow."  Dolly can do anything she sets her mind to.  She’s humor, vulnerability, and wit.  She’s real.  And she’s a redhead.  In an instant, a moment, I am gloriously in love with this musical.  It’s a story of a woman going for what she wants.  As compulsive and over the top as she can be, in the end, you fall in love with her, for her ability to know and get what she wants just by being true to herself.