This post will only be of interest to those familiar with the Maysles brothers’ cult-classic documentary Grey Gardens, so if you don’t know the difference between a Big Edie and a Little Edie and/or have never uttered the phrase “I think this is the best costume for today,” stop reading now.

Everyone else: You know how Grey Gardens was recently made into a Broadway musical? I saw it last month, and wrote about it on the Slog. Of course the character Jerry—the sweet, schlumpy townie who visits the Beales, AKA “the Marble Faun”—figures prominently in the musical, with Big Edie devoting a whole power ballad to him, entitled, “Jerry Likes My Corn.”

Okay. A friend of mine in NYC went to see the Grey Gardens musical last week. After the show, she grabbed a cab in front of the theater, and her driver was Jerry—the actual Jerry, who is now a cabbie in New York. Apparently he makes a habit of swinging by the theater during the post-show exodus, and is happy to talk about the show, the Beales, and his strange fame.

Most amazingly, as my source told me, “Jerry said that he didn’t like Big Edie’s corn at all. He asked her to call him when she was cooking (always in bed) because he was sure that she would burn the house down with her cans of sterno. And they weren’t powerful enough to cook anything anyway.”

Wow.

Thank you, Jerry, and thank you, New York hot tippers.