"I used to get the feeling, and sometimes I still get it, that I was fooling somebody - I don't know who or what - maybe myself. I have feelings some days when there are scenes with a lot of responsibility, and I'll wish, gee, if only I would have been a cleaning woman."
A half-century ago, on a spring night in New York City, 35-year-old Marilyn Monroe — literally sewn into a sparkling, jaw-droppingly tight dress — stood in a spotlight on a dark stage. She took a breath, began to sing — and 15,000 men and women who filled the old Madison Square Garden that night knew, simply knew, that they were seeing and hearing something that they would never, ever forget. The song, of course, was “Happy Birthday,” and Marilyn’s breathy, intimate rendition — sung, as