Some Like It Hot…
Yesterday felt like August in New York City. It was Insanely hot and humid.
Yesterday felt like August in New York City. It was Insanely hot and humid.
I’m groovy. I spent Friday night with 6,000 millennials at the vintage Radio City Music Hall.
“Who can turn the world on with her smile? Who can take a nothing day, and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?” My daughter.
What a day. In a claustrophobic, narrow hallway outside a shabby Social Security office I was subjected to the most racist, obscenity-laden, hate-filled harangue.