Summer is waxing here in the colonies, as evinced by the sudden abundance of tepid white jazz, played in every even remotely public space. Some of it is Christmas songs (I hesitate to call them “carols”), to be sure, but the Powers That Be seem to be somehow convinced that any Rat Pack-era recording counts […]
Lettres
Wherein the Author reflects upon certain topical & personal issues of the Day.
The archive for December, 2014
The following lettres were posted during this month: