There’s something kind of wonderful about catching a 35-year-old episode of “Hollywood Squares” right before bed. And something a little sad about realizing that the vast majority of the assorted squares are dead. The world would be a better place if Wally Cox were still around. I know it would…
My evening would be much better if a certain someone were around too…
Have I ever mentioned my theory about how Steely Dan may be the greatest American musical phenomenon ever?
Had a rare phone conversation with Becky tonight, and also talked to Duncan. Which means I’ve spent longer chatting on the phone in the past two hours than in the past two weeks. Despite my phone phobia, this is a good thing. Sometimes, text-only format leaves something to be desired…
And now I’m going to bed. Sleep seems more exciting even than Wally Cox tonight…