I don’t know about you, but I’ve always wondered what kind of conversations Frank Sinatra and Bob Dylan had. Knowing that they hung out at least once at
Miracles—genuine ones—are common things, or at least so I’ve become convinced, despite the fact that I’m like most everybody else, in that I tend to miss them when
Bob Dylan, at the age of 75, is releasing a triple album of American popular standards. That’s a sentence worth reading twice. Hey, maybe even three times. At
Nat Hentoff qualified as a luminary well beyond the average, who shined brightly in myriad skies during his life, and now, having died at the age of 91,
'Tis the season to remember three of our very favorite Christmas albums, all of which have been reviewed at greater length in these pages in the past. So,
Earlier today there were a lot of news stories generated when the president-elect of the United States—whose name escapes me for the moment—criticized the Boeing corporation and/or the
This is disgusting self-indulgence, posting snapshots of our dog Billie, but sometimes you have to stop and be grateful for the mystery of existence, and there’s something about
