Once is happenstance; twice is coincidence . . .
Not yet, but never say never.
Me, 44th Street, and Hollywood: Queens of slo-mo
Serendipity in action again.
Cross-cultural contact: ain’t it grand?
Only 515 miles to go before we sleep. Or eat again, mayhap.
Climate change or just bad weather?
Chesterton on the relations between the sexes.
Plausible? True? Bah!