At 6:PM in NYC it was lightly raining and 59 degrees.

That's right - 59 degrees. Farenheit. On December 21.

No White Christmas this year...a wet one perhaps, but not a white one.

Just doesn't feel like the Holiday Season somehow... uhwhat

Signor V.

"For me, there's only my wife..."

"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"

"It was a grass harp... And we listened."

"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"

"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."