I am in here.
It’s official — just when winter’s about over, and I’m on a trip that’s proving to be enjoyable, I finally get a cold. After lunch today, at the Oyster Bar at Grand Central Station, I headed back to the hotel instead of to the theater to see Dirty, Rotten Scoundrels. A good book, much hot … Continue reading Springtime cold
… at dinner the night before last.
After a few tense moments, sweaty palms, etc, I have managed to upgrade WordPress to version 1.5 with apparently no trouble. This version is nicknamed “Strayhorn” after Billy Strayhorn, the jazz pianist. I like it so far, especially the little dashboard feature. Hey, I like anything that doesn’t blow up…
Haven’t seen Ruben and Bianca for 17 years before tonight, and, to coin a cliché, it was just like old times. Especially with me reminding Ruben about my 31st birthday party when Kelly (Juilliard-trained) got ahold of a mangy old trombone and played the Ride of the Valkyries for us. And all the other patrons … Continue reading Dinner again after 17 years
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