I am in here.
It’s a good thing that I’m already working on developing a thickish skin before my conversion. Ol’ Solomon over at Solomonia expresses my feelings quite nicely about the BBC’s “apology,” — quite good of him to do so while my brain is under the influence of cold medicine. Solomonia Hey, The Jews are upset. Well, … Continue reading Apologies in the news, or not v.2.0
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
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
… and twice as happy, after my thorough gum cleaning on the right side of the mouth. Just wanted to let you all know that, and to tell you for your own good that filling your iPod Shuffle beforehand with Miles Davis, Dexter Gordon, Dave Brubeck, Chet Baker, Thelonious Monk, Diana Krall and Norah Jones … Continue reading Ckear as a brick
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