You've been a fool and so have I But come and be my wife And let us try before we die To make some sense of life We're neith...

Tonight I listened to the Stravinsky Ragtime for the first time in 20 years, and for some reason cracked up laughing for most of ...

This is just another one of those strange things. A while ago I wrote about buying an old hard-cover copy of Colleen McCulloug...

Not written in the '20s, not even for a show set in the '20s, but rather the Swing era of the 1940s. Yet it's full of all tha...

It surprises me how often things are joined together, even chained, or branch ever outwards yet back into each other. Or is it like one o...

For more years than I can count, I carried a little slip of paper around with me with a few lines of what looked like poetry on it. I remem...