More than almost anything else, I wish I could be in Baltimore on Saturday, November 24.
An amazing group called Clam Chowder is performing.
For various reasons, it looks like my chances of being there are slim and none.
I am absolutely and totally saddened by this. This one's very, very personal.
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."
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