How I get myself into these jams I’ll never know. But there I was, sittin’ on the Cyclone at Coney Island with Betty. She says I ain’t got the nerve...
I got tired of looking out the window for scenes that are no longer there so I cut out the glass that held so many memories and tucked it away it lay...
The Gloom - A Ramble Sometimes the drapes are drawn tight. other times I spread them wide to shed some light on the gloom. I'd rather be singing, or...