OK then, so it's Tony Perkins time again, just like "cryin' time" in that old song. I keep coming back to him, just ...

This morning, for some reason, lines from Leonard Bernstein's Mass  rise up unbidden in my mind: I don't know where to start ...

When I was a girl, horses galloped through my imagination. Horses of beauty, pride and grace. These were not horses I could ride ...