Being crazy about a woman like her is always the right thing to do — being a decrepit old bag of bones, that’s what’s ridiculous.
I guess I could have just run, I mean once I got the gun away from him — but who the hell does he think he is, threatening me?
Strictly from Dubai . . .
Stepping outside for a smoke between the courses of a great meal at Herbsaint in New Orleans, I encounter a streetcar named St. Charles.
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And here’s a link to my review of this terrific film — The Big Combo.
An occasional ensemble that plays vintage big-band arrangements from the Teens and Twenties of the last century. They play them straight ahead and tight — great fun to hear live.
It’s here now, and was worth the wait . . .