February Is…
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“Like, back in the day.”
“Yeah, like all the way back.”
“Creativity is the opposite of fear?”
“No, fear is the Opposite of love.”
“Oh right.”
Hi P.
The shadow of your urn.
That was the King Sisters. Thank you Luise, Alyce, Donna and Yvonne.
I would like to wrap this room in cellophane.
“Excuse me, where are the books?”
We still have The Oak Room. Trader Vic’s is a memory and the Gold Ballroom is gone but let it be known – we partied royally in those locales. The Wild Poodle with a mop of gray hair and a white tie ball to celebrate a celeb to be exact. Good times at The Plaza for this pauper. The Oak Room will now mean only one thing for me…
“Billy Erb, meet Debbie Reynolds.”
We’re still making memories.
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