I know it sounds a bit bizarre....

We listened to the original Broadway recording of Camelot today at work: Julie Andrews, Richard Harris, Robert Goulet, etc. I realized that I knew most of the words:

"It's May, it's May, the lusty month of May....
Tra la! It's here!
That shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts
Merrily appear!

"How to handle a woman?"

"I loved you, once, in silence, and misery was all I knew."

It's a charming little tale about a queen who, to avoid death by burning at the stake seeks refuge in a convent after being rescued by her French lover. Ho hum. Just another day in Merry Old England.

At an early age, I was convinced that this was one of Shakespeare's stories, and when my sister who is ten years my senior purchased a set of Shakespeare volumes (lovely little blue books) from Book-of-the-Month-Club, I was shocked when Camelot was not included in the set. How could a publisher make such a mistake?!

I admitted this embarrassing fact about my childhood
misbelief today for the first time, while we pondered
What Do the Simple Folk Do? Apparently, the simple folk
from the township Renton, of which I count myself a
former member, had some of the facts wrong. Or maybe
it was just me. This was, of course, long before I claimed
to be an English Major in college.

But back to work. We began by listening to the Woodstock album, but the jangly guitars et al. jangled just a bit too much for our delicate sensibilities. So Camelot it was.