It must have been the summer of 1961. Certainly before the Beatles. The music that year was all Dean Martin and the Drifters, or itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini. https://youtu.be/ICkWjdQuK7Q And I recall being in love with a girl in the 4th form at Queens’s school in Rheindalen, Carol, and constantly singing a... Continue Reading →