including have lunch with Angie Dickenson. I miss Doris, and I have never even met her. She seems related to me somehow, which is odd because I’m such a night person….
Magically, musically, Doris Mary Ann Kappelhoff will take you from her Cincinnati roots to Ipanema and beyond.
It’s Day time.
I continue to fall in love right along with her. That’s the thing. That’s what it is. That certain late forties / fifties Doris when she was late forties/ early fifties and now I’m feeling like…
Like waiting like Doris – Waiting…at home…quite happily…for Jim Gardner.
DMAK! Yo! West siiiiiiiideee
You can get a perfectly decent egg salad sandwich at The Edison Diner. Their fare is nothing to sneeze at, but if you have to while you’re there please do it into the crook of your arm. That’s the latest sneeze protocol. Moving on…
Looks like Doris is getting some bad news. It’s best not to answer when it rings.
Do you see that? Do you see the way that light is just, and that shadow is…well… nevermind.
New York is giving good tulip this year. I think we’d all agree on that.
This double fancy is practically speaking french to the counter man at Schrafft’s. Imagine?