The days at the Globe are the best days. Simon is often waiting, right at the front of the groundlings queue, sometimes wearing his special hat. And Lorna, my best Shakespeare buddy. I met her at the Merchant of Venice and we rub along just fine. This time we also found the gentleman from Chicago, who seemed a mild enough gentleman librarian, until the second time Trump was mentioned, and the effing this and effing that started, and then there was no stopping him, with the windmilling arms and the yelling and the I HOPE HE DIES. Honestly, waiting in the groundlings queue is the best supporting act to the main stage. I highly recommend it, and maybe see you there.
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