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I meet Jill to see The English Bride at 59E59 Street.  The very small theater with fold-up chairs and an unadorned set belie the professional production.  Three skilled actors and an intriguing script combine for a night of great theater.

But oh, the theater temperature.  It must be controlled by someone who thinks it’s mid-July.  The AC is running throughout the show, and my featherweight down jacket, while good for tonight’s outside weather, is not heavy enough for the weather inside.  I should be concentrating on the play’s twisty story, but instead I’m wishing I’d brought gloves and a hat.