Kate, I guess, continued to date that other guy, Jim, until the school year ended. That summer, she was somewhere else. I knew she was out of town, and yet somehow, I kept finding reasons to visit her home. Not knocking, not asking if anyone else was there. Just walking by. That fall, the fall of 1966, the Four Seasons came out with a song that expressed exactly how I felt, their cover of Cole Porter’s immortal I’ve Got You Under My Skin.
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A funeral march that turns into a coronation march. No wonder I wanted a crown …
William Walton draws us in: to the Globe Playhouse, to the London of 1600, to Shakespeare’s great war yarn … and to the London of my earliest youth.