The red-wine series begins.
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.
Sometimes, more is better. And sometimes not.
Talk about your loaves and fishes. Or your milk and eggs . . .
Fear of conflict? Inertia? Or just loss of cultural memory?
Signs that make ya wanna sing.