As a boy growing up in the 1970s, I loved lazy afternoons spent on the red shag carpet of my family’s living room while listening to my parents’ collection of LPs.
On Halloween night, 1968, a flock of twenty eminent New Yorkers burst out of the door of Stephen Sondheim’s Turtle Bay town ...
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