Any trip I take to Paper Mill, I'm haunted by three performances (I saw none of them). One is Alice Ripley--before she achieved stardom--in the LuPone role, in "The Baker's Wife." Two is Betty Buckley in "Gypsy." Three is Ann Miller in "Follies," a late-nineties production that was called a "smash hit," something destined for Broadway (except costs were too high). This last one kills me. Just a few decades ago, Paper Mill tried a difficult Sondheim show, and the result was a "smash hit"; all of New Jersey was fighting to get to see a Millburn version of "Follies." Many, many piles of donor funds were set aside for a weird Sondheim production--and the gamble worked. If you wandered into a Maplewood CVS, in that era, you might overhear two patrons chatting about Donna McKechnie's rendition of "Losing My Mind." Those days are over. There's no rule that says a major repertory theater needs to remain ...