Bombs Bursting Over There

Cerise and I romped until dawn, so it wasn’t all that pleasant to be awakened at 8:38 this morning by a telephone call, but Caller ID said it was from my sister Rose, therefore filial duty required that I pick up instead of letting it roll over into voice mail. Rose: Tom, Hank’s scared to… Continue reading Bombs Bursting Over There

Waltzing the Journal

Wednesday evening, I worked late downtown, and after a particularly stressful meeting with some gentlemen from Africa, I decided to stop by the Library Bar at the Melrose Hotel to unwind.  Nobody can say that the Melrose is anything less than first-rate, but I was nevertheless astonished to find Bancroft sitting at the bar, downing… Continue reading Waltzing the Journal