Mike was a mensch. He was the wittiest man I ever broke bread with, and he was a quiet philanthropist who saved lives while he was influencing "the American century." He improved the quality of life of countless men and women, many of whom died, but many of whom, gratefully, live on.
1991 was a dark time. The gay community, the arts community, was decimated. We needed comfort, we needed hope, and we needed a beautiful space to come together and celebrate life as we struggled to maintain it.