Last night, strolling along right arm locked in the left of Morpheus, I passed a book store that was having a signing by Blossom Dearie, not of her CDs, but of her various books, all of whose pages and covers were shaped like animals, objects, and buildings, etc. Each one I picked up had the printed price crossed out with a higher one written in in ballpoint. Hmmmmm? Calling Doktor Freud!
Can't wait to dream about Florence Foster Jenkins.