Notable People: Liev Schreiber, Nicole Kidman, Dakota Fanning, Eve Hewson, Meghann Fahy, Created by: Jenna Lamia
Title:The Perfect Couple
Review- I know that a lot of people really liked this mini- series from the popular 2018 novel by Erin Hillenbrand- but we found it was more of a guilty pleasure/eye candy-similar to our secret years of closet watching the shameless “Revenge”. Schreiber and Kidman (in an outstanding and complex role) make this eminently watchable and the supporting cast is good, the two police detectives are perfect as comic relief (masters of the eye roll), but in the end, it seemed pretty formulaic, though hard to figure out as a whodunnit. Hard to imagine Liev doing this after his brilliant turn as Ray Donovan, but he pulls it off, though he could sure use a shave. Hard not to watch, but not all that redeeming.
Review: This interesting fifth novel from a psychiatrist/ author has been the rage of our local mountain libraries. I got on a wait list for it, waited for a month, started reading it, and was ready to be done after first 25 pages. Not my style to give up, so persevered-and it got a lot better, though still obtuse at times. Story of a single house and its occupants in a rural area of Western Mass., for centuries, starting with what seemed to allegorically (or not) be the garden of Eden with the book’s apple orchard initial setting and related bad behavior, and then gravitating into an unending line of seriously dysfunctional generations of inhabitants. Got a lot more interesting in the pre-post civil war years and then faded some in modern times. Mason writes more like a shrink than a man of letters from my point of view, but the story is unusual and many of the characters are captivating. Could have been 100 pages shorter for my money……and have a bit less forbidden fruit.
“Whiter than the stones of Stone Mountain- autumn wind.” ………………………………………………………………………………… Basho
“Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone” ………………………………………………………………………………………Alan Watts
“Autumn’s first morning! The bare foot knows it on the newly washed porch” ……………Ishu
Mama said there’d be months like this, there’d be months like this my Mama said. We are in the thick of six weeks of b’day, having now completed half of the BIG-8 of bedazzlements……are we there yet? The Queen is taking it all in stride with a wink and a smile….and, of course, a few extra property makeover tasks…lately focusing on the clearing of yet another area out back to become a NEW (yes, NEW) grassless garden extravaganza of some hybrid ilk…….so been hacking and sawing and digging and…finally……bolt cutting 100 year-old fence….which has revealed the original stone wall….yes, there are stone walls in Vermont (everywhere)…..I was so moved by this unveiling, that I got a broom and swept off the 175 years of old wall detritus….which to my great fortune, nobody saw me doing….or would have had a scarlet F (Flatlander) on my breast for the rest of my days………..
So…how about a week of lists? Ya know, ya LOV that, right…………. wham, bam…………. thank you, m ’am……..
TQ BIG-ASS Birthday Adventures
Sunday was a God-day……78, sunny, puffy clouds, big blue windows behind the stars, yellow mon on the rise, big birds flying across the sky……. took the A-train (The magnificent Route 3o Lake Champlain Valley corridor of Beauty) up to Middlebury for Art (Lucy in alleged service dog mode for entry) (“why is she with you when your wife has the emotional support needs?) (Answer” we are practicing to help her in small increments not be so dam needy”) ……after art and walks it was twilight dinner on the VARANDAH….at the Waybury Inn, which is like eating on the set of the Newhart show (which it was)
Tuesday was High Tea (Really, no shit) at The Hub at Weston…. with us and 50 local blue bloods- we had to take a crash course on speaking in erudite for this, you know the audio books you go to sleep with) and…practice drinking tea with pinky appropriately extended. Jenn was the youngest person there by several decades and I may have been second……the menu was entirely based on The Queens’ (not ours) Cookbook and was carefully curated between each course, as to which reign each offering came from…and ……. we had to wear little Elizabethan hats…… PRETTY COOL…wit Pym’s cup for cocktails (really)
Tonight is Le Dejeuner Au Le Banke au Gauche (they’ll ban me for that spelling) ……at the newest de-riguer offering for southern Vermont…. pied la terrase…………can I still wear shorts and flip flops? After that, we are back on track this week for the Master and Elusive Free Lunch and next weekends’ escape to Quebec
And in between, we fit in a dinner party, with ten guests, almost none of whom we had ever dined with or had in our house before (though The empress was here) ….and included our local Corn-fed, Cornhusker Elder Who May Be The Only College Educated Nebraskan Jew To Go To Vietnam (CCEWMBTOCENJTGTV).……was that Abe Vigoda in our house? Despite no one knowing anyone, we had a splendid dinner. Highlighted by the blueberry cobbler from outer space made and offered by the Once Shicksa- now converted bride of the CCEWMBTOCENJTGTV…………………
Observations of the Week
The Circle Remains Unbroken-as the folk club has taken its weekly muse to the deck of our critically ill longtime member……paying it back or forward, not sure which……but providing a weekly respite from the grief and dying process……. a humbling and highly magical experience
The Dumpmaster can stand at his work-as evidenced by his return to duty and being paired with the again subbing retired town official (won’t go into that nickname again- got a lot of shit for that in last week’s blog…. like responses to the “60 years in the closet” …. ugghhh…did it again)
John Adams was the bomb
Chickenshit, I’m the Best __ ever President, woman really love me, fuck the rest of the world, Pretender n’ Chief is refusing to have another debate with Kamala……No Mas, No Mas……….let’s get this over with and put him out to pasture, please…with an orange jumpsuit, of course…..thinking Attica…..
It takes, on average, about 18 months, to find a person willing to start painting your house…and only after 17 no shows….I found a crumpled up note with a phone number on the road and called the number on it to see if was a heavenly sent painter…….
Vermonty Shit
The Greens become less so in September
No-one really knows what makes it a good or bad foliage year…. too cold/too hot…. too dry/too wet……. not enough Bernie sightings in home state…poor sales of Birkenstocks and /or Subaru’s…maybe it is random???!!??/
If you head out at 5 pm and look for a dirt road to walk on …. you will see G_D……money back guarantee….
Apple Cider Donuts……’nuff aid
THE POND essentially disappears after not a drop of rain for a month
Pot luck dinners almost always wind up with an abundance of one food genre…. often dessert…. but can also result in everyone bringing a SPREAD (open for interpretation of category)
A badly sharpened chain for the saw is almost like sitting through a formal Passover Seder before you can eat
How can a town with 640 people have three fine dining establishments and a noted atge tatter?
Do blue bloods actually still wear those little hats anymore?
People are VERY friendly when it is 72 degrees and sunny every day
Signs, signs everywhere a sign…do this…don’t do that…can’t you read the sign………
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to THE QUEEN…………… …Long live The Queen………………
“Master your instrument, Master the music, and then forget all that Bullsh*t……and just play”….Charlie Parker
“Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da…Da-Da………DA, DA, DA……’…you say it’s your birthday” …You Know Who!!
“Out of intense complexities, simplicities emerge” ………………………Winston Churchill
Oh…. what a beautiful morning…………………………. Perfect for the start of The Queen’s birthday month…. Feel and Mo just hit the road after a splendido overnight to kick off the birthday celebration……… on their to two (TUTU? weeks in Maine, and started their journey with their annual visit, they took us out for Jenn’s birthday to the magnificently decadent Homestyle Hostel in Ludlow.……………. For previously unheard of libations and the grand gastronomy…………. we are all still feeling like we are carrying the weight of the dinner 12 hours later………
So, with the game afoot for six weeks of birthday activities to get started with today, The Blog will need to feature assorted random thoughts……….
Let’s talk about the immensely popular text response trend of “Loved, Liked, Laughed, Questioned”, as an apparently necessary time saving mechanism for our very busy daily lives……………. Firstly, I have finally acclimated to learning how to interpret both mimes and the cute little letters like LOL, TTYL, OMG…. which took me years………and now we have these nutcake responses……such as “Liked” to my text of “cannot talk toady, attending a friend’s funeral OR, “Loved” to “feeling sick, going to the doctor” OR “Laughed “to “I’m really worried about our democracy” ……well you get the drift…SO, what the F___…I may be a luddite………………but OMG…. REALLY? /??//
TQ and sister Jane had a wonderful week of not eating or drinking much of anything at an all- inclusive in Cancun (Best customers ever for the resort’s bottom line)…and I got the week of cat care…my one goal to keep Gracie alive for the week…..not dying on my watch…which requires multiple pills daily, cleaning up her projectile vomiting before she re-heats it, and sitting with her for nine required feedings a cay so he might deign to eat …this is TRAUMA….The Trailer Masseuse came over to help a few times, and was a but paralyzed to not hurt her…so we freaked together…then …The Empress came over, grabbed her, told us both to suck it up and shut up, and jammed her pill down her throat…MORE Trauma…no mas…no mas…MORE TRAUMA…
BOTTOM LINE….al six pounds of GRACIE MAY LIVES!!!!!!!!!
And how about TQ The Terrorist…busted coming and going by customs for “RANDOM” bag checks and “special persons of interest” boarding…. did not appear very likely to make it home…and managed to arrive near midnight Friday…after 13 hours of travel….to Albany International (they fly to Montreal?) ….
AND…………. Birthday month is now Birthday SIX WEEKS…….
Can Sam Spade be alive? Check out bizarre new show on Netflix with the retired gumshoe played by Clive Owen (Bogey he is not!) ….
Does Papi like being home alone?……total engagement in dirt road/leaf peeping obsession with walks with Lucy…and peak late day autumn light time……Oh….DA LITE….OH, DA LITE….Livin’ on sponge cake, watchin’ the sun bake…..in one week I had dinners of fried fish platter (twice), franks and beans, leftover tuna casserole, and some breakfast for dinner at 10 pm omelet concoction…………and watched 65 hours of baseball…..all of which may have compensated for cat feedings, medicines and litter boxes….one day i went to Rutland and forgot to come back……If only there was a nearby White Castle….that would be PERFECT…..
Speaking of late night and Albany airport pickups……let home with Lucy at around 8 pm Friday….and had found not much one for dining/time killing……but this one weird little Italian joint, Giuseppe’s, up on hill that we regularly pass, and wonder about , on the 7 in nowhere land……was open till midnight….not shockingly, turned out to be more dive than classic road hose….but hey, you play the cards you are dealt…..so had a nice dinner actually, including a piece of chicken parm that was clearly one whole chicken..…which I ate all of (pattern?)… …a nice Chianti (fave beans anyone) …and when it came the time to pay discovered it was cash only…. NOT…. So gave the owner my meager $20 so waitress could get tip and could pay at least part of my tab and they insisted I skip the rst….no worries…so, although we have learned there is clearly no FREE Lunch…there is, apparently, free dinner…but, oh the SHAME…. SHAME…. time to ill…. Catskill….
And Saturday, The Dumpmaster was absent along with ADM…. replaced by the Murmuring- Never Look At You, Been-In- The- Closet –for- 60 years- Retired Town Treasurer (MNLAYBITCFSYRTT)- who actually stood up when cars arrived with trash and recycling……. which The Dumpmaster never does……fortunately TDM was gone for the week, and not gone to meet his maker…WHEW……
And The Pond…best late season ever……starting to look like Monet’s’ Giverny…No?
So- good for you? Good for me! Got to go see a man about a horse…. upward, onward…Today’s b’day events: art in Middlebury and dinner at the Waybury Inn (filming spot for the last Newhart show) …much more B’day to come, which you no doubt will wait for reporting of with baited breath…as will we…and The Queen goes on……80 and sunny……
“You are not allowed to travel at night, but you must arrive by daybreak” ……………………… ZEN
“Life does not worry about Life. Only the mind does that” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Mooji
“Don’t remind me of my failures, I have not forgotten them” ………………………………………………………………………………………………………Jackson Browne
Well, it’s been a longish week, starting with the end of Labor Day weekend, thru the determined march of change of season…………………… Into the feel of autumn’s quietude, and now facing a week of relative solitude, catch-up duties, full freedom of time and place………. the cat goes away………. Leaving mice -boy to play…………………………
Left the metropolis of Albany this morning in 75° sunshine……… to reach mountain gloom in early afternoon, creaking out at a chilly 5 5 and heading down………………… made for a cuddle and couch nap with Lucy-lou and various unwanted cats crawling on me.……………… After depositing The Queen at the Airport pre-dawn for a weeklong jaunt in Cancun, with Sister Jane……………………. guessing warmer there than here……
Left behind with the honey-dew, two needy cats whom I usually try to ignore, but for whom I need to play Florence Nightingale for coming week…. And see who survives……… But, generally…might be a rest time for Papi……so aiming for short and sweet on the blog front for this edition…….
Spent Monday, Labor Day, checking out Vermont’s newest dispensary, down in Chester, which despite neon lights and caviar, was nothing special……………………. But there was free lunch……. Returning from that, we finally tracked down Norm, the elusive paint –meister, to talk about more house painting without our taking on that full-time obligation again……………………… He was excited to see us, proclaimed having painted our house many times, and was eager to come take a look……………… Which he soon did, offering us great closure on this giant project, but he said he could start immediately and finish very soon for a quite reasonable price……………………. He showed up the next day, fully emulating one of the dwarfs from the hobbit, with his elfin wife……. only to let us know that he was not there to paint…. but…. that his wife had experienced great trauma with her parents (we need to know this why?) which we learned was Old George who occasionally has mowed for us……. and whom, they could not be around……. ever…. even for a minute…………………… So painting job out…………. How hard can it be to find someone to paint your house…………………. Apparently a rhetorical question here on The Mount……………………… Talk about deflating…………………
Mountain tradespeople……………………………. Can’t live with them……. Can’t live without ‘em……
Is there anything better than late afternoon autumnal light?
My self-image to the contrary………………………… I have become a huge fan of The Price Chopper…no shit….
And, what’s not to like about spending an afternoon on Rutland’s miracle mile for the weekly take the wagon to town-shop till you drop…………………………………. A little spaceship car wash………………………… A little Birkenstock at the Co-op, a quick stop at Ramuntos……………. a few catch up calls as I mosey along in the autumn sunshine………………. Oh, give me a home- where the buffalo roam……….
TQ was unable to hook in her favorite contractors for a variety of must do, before she leaves…. projects …………….so Papi quit working on Friday and got out the recalcitrant chainsaw, the circular and the Zaw….and the big –ass hybrid nail-screws and tackled the we-0have-to get-this dome last minute list ………………
So, Saturday completed the work week, dropped off the hound, let his Dumpmaster –self hug TQ goodbye and headed down the 7 to Albany- town for the night, to get The Queen off to the Tropics on the Sunday dawn-ish flight………………………… spent the night at the Marriott…which, as it turned out, was just what the Dr. ordered…………………… Bumped to a top floor suite in loyalty- royalty status (they know A Queen when they see one) ………………… We arrived there for a rainy Saturday afternoon and never left the room……………………. Napping, watched a movie, got a bit tipsy…. and ordering what may have been the best delivery Mediterranean takeout food in history for in room dining………………was it really that good…………. or you know, you know………………but, it was damn good………………….
Then the alarm goes off 4:00 AM, then the front desk calls 10 minutes later for the 4:30 shuttle ride …………. And then the moron calls again at 4:28 after she has left the room……………. Rousing an unhappy sleeping…. Recouped for a bit more Z’s, got out for a brisk run, hit the mediocre breakfast buffet……………. and hit the road………………. Picking up Lucy at the Masseuse trailer and arriving home to the crazed cats……………
And now, Papi done in……. now it’s time to say goodbye to all out family…. M…I…C …see ya real soon……………K…E…Y………why, because we love you…….
Back on the train now………………. Diners, Drives and Dive-ins…. we had it all, we had it all……………
Notable People: Joey King, Logan Lerman, Amit Rahav, Henry Hughes, Hadas Yaron, Robin Wiegert, Michael Aloni, Created by: Erika Lipez
Title:We Were the Lucky Ones
Review- this one was recommended to me by my CUZ, and is a real sleeper. An eight episode, one-shot miniseries; it is an adaptation of the 2017 book of the same name by Georgia Hunter, inspired by the story of her own family, and depicts the perspective of the Kurc family of Polish Jews, beginning in the surreal shift in1938, as the Poles are being harassed by the Nazis, and goes through 1947and the end of this extraordinary decade. It is a story almost too hard to believe, of immense courage, fortitude, perseverance and love- pitted against tyranny, hatred, inhumanity and evil…and evil, it is… portrayed in stunning details. This is not an easy show to watch and I wept through most of the final chapter. Humbling and equilibrium challenging, and can make our daily troubles seem rather minimal. The cast is stunning and settings and cinematography magnificent. I was initially put off by the use of English with heavy Polish accents instead sub-titles of Polish, but I got used to it and it seemed genuine in these people. This is one powerful series.
Notable People: Ken Burns; narrated by David McCullough
Title:The Civil War
Review I’ve said before that Burns is the greatest documentarian in film history, and watching this epic (latest for me, old hat for him) does nothing to alter that. I sometimes think we should chuck the one-sided garbage we teach kids in school history classes and just have them watch all of Burns’ films. An absolute master if the craft, who his able to provide a rapturous experience, even for a time period, that prevents any actual any action footage. You can feel the schism that rocked this country viscerally as the story unfolds, and the characters come to life through anecdotes and historical narrative. It takes about 25 hours to watch this thing, which we do in short increments, but well, well worth the time. Brilliance.
Title: Finding Amethystine Review: The great Walter Mosley- chronicler of the post war Black American experience in the infancy of what is now LA sprawl has put out his umpteenth offering in this magnificent series-which he originally published in the 70s and has now temporally moved from 1946 to 1970. January 1970 finds Ezekiel “Easy” Rawlins, LA’ s premier Black detective, having made 50 years of age despite all expectations to the contrary . He has a loving family, a beautiful home, and a thriving investigation agency. All is right with the world… and then Amethystine Stoller, his own personal Helen of Troy, arrives. Her ex-husband is missing. A simple enough case. But even as Easy takes his first step in the investigation he trips. Into all kinds of devilry highlighting his life journey with race, loss, love, a world war, and a hunger that has eaten at him since he was a Black boy on his own on the streets of Fifth Ward, Houston. Top echelon of current American writers and a great storyteller with a powerful message. Long Live Easy.
Notable People: Amalie Dollerup, Lars Ranthe, Anne Louise Hassing, Annette Steffelbaek, Jens Jacob Tythsen, Created by: Hanna Lundblad, Stig Thorsboe
Title: Seaside Hotel
Review: Update: I stand by my original review (below)of the first eight seasons from 2022. This is a superb show that only got better with time. The final season was a complex wrap up of character themes from a 12-year run often amusing always relevant. The last two seasons picked up after the war years and pointed out the tenuous nature of Danish (occupied)- German (occupier) relations. Extraordinary ensemble cast-masters of Danish theater and television. This is a sleeper-not to be dismissed.
This compelling combined drama and subtle comedy “Badehotellet” in remote, NW Denmark opens for its wealthy guests each summer. We follow the guests and staff at the hotel from 1928 and into the 1940s. What starts out as a lighthearted comedy turns darker with each year as Demark is overtaken by the Depression and then Fascism and the Nazis. The show becomes overly political out of seemingly nowhere- a fascinating turn of events. The ensemble cast has many of Denmark’s’ top actors and is wonderful. This is a place we’d all like to spend our summers.
“A school of trout passed by: the color of the water” ……………………………Buson
“I find myself still softly searching for my Delinquent Palaces— “………………Emily Dickinson
“Well, never mind, we are ugly, but we have the music.” ………………………..Leonard
Well, I’m again a day late and a dollar short, which I was reminded of moments ago by Sister Jane, who was wondering what the hell happened to Blog Sunday. Not much of excuse, but it’s been a long Labor Day weekend, with much to do and see.
Fall is clearly in the air; wet grass morning dew, lower clouds, days in the high seventies with nights in the low forties, brilliant late afternoon light casting everything in an impressionist glow……… And all around the Red Maples beginning to change……………… The game is afoot.
The Queen took off this week to the Islands, such as they are, for three days with The Retired Empress of GE. Whilst they frolicked on bikes around the shores of Lake Champlain, Papi tended to the Workaday Willie life, keeping any embers at The Manse, and assuming the burden of care for the very needy cats.
Started the week on Monday night with Folk Club on the deck of the Empresses house, in order to include her ex, John, a longtime musical partner, now at home with hospice in the last stages of life. Since he can no longer come, we took the jam to him; a magical night on their magnificent deck with the million-dollar view, right up to the sunset. John was able to play along with one hand on his percussion, and seemed the most joyful since he became ill………. A great joy was had by all.
On Tuesday, continued the Grief Tour, inviting both the Erstwhile Russian Spy and The Self-Proclaimed Trophy Wife, both of whom are mourning lost spouses, down to The Hub at Weston, for the spectacular monthly FREE community gourmet lunch…………………………………… which, alas, had been canceled without notice as we arrived to a dark dining room. Being in the middle of nowhere, that led us to a disappointing repast of weenies and Creamees at Mildred’s Dairy Bar at the ubiquitous Vermont Country Store. Thus, I am ready to proclaim there is no Free Lunch……… (tho, are going to try again today and the grand opening of the Chester dispensary)
Lucy and I got out this week for multiple glorious late afternoon sunlight, dirt road walks extravaganzas…… This is it!!!!!
I have taken on a new bestie, with my long-term acquaintance, and God’s Own Mandolin Player, who has recently taken to calling me multiple times each week just to “Check-in” ………………. He has decided that I am his “musical inspiration”, which is not only semi-unbelievable, but a big-ass cross to bear, as I am hardly my own musical inspiration……………………
We have again come to money time at Okemo, where while waiting for the onslaught of leaf peepers, I remain typically the only human being in the magnificent workout facility, pool and hot tub………. My own little Garden of Eden…………….
Have I mentioned that our adopted little daily visiting friend, Ivy, is being evicted from up the road with her struggling father, Dennis, having to move to points unknown…. We’re hiding the information from Lucy, but beginning to grieve nonetheless………
And, daughter Tess, once my struggling child, was presented with an annual employee recognition award by giant Nationwide Insurance…………. What a long strange trip it’s been…… She is also considering taking up golfing, which you can see by this photo, which would be stranger yet.
Hot town, summer in the city……………………. Spent hours roaming around the metropolis of Rutland, with weekly shopping day on Thursday……………………. Up and down the monotonous miracle mile………………. Three different grocery stores in search of the elusive Bob’s Red Mill thick cut……. A Queen necessity………… though almost nothing new has been built or opened in Rutland in the last decade, we now have the giant state of the art spaceship car wash………………. The USA Today claims it to be one of the best places to work in America…. really, no shit………… And which is offering unlimited, washes for a month for $5.00……………………… even though I hate car washes, just could not pass up such a deal?
Friday night we ventured north on Route Seven up to tiny hamlet of Pittsford, for a performance of the Vermont Symphony Orchestra string quartet for a sunset serenade……………… We had nabbed eight free tickets, but in the end all dropped out (including both of the free lunch despondents- possibly no longer trusting any of my free offerings) ………. We were joined by the elusive Masseuse in the Trailer, in a rare public outing for her………………………… the magnificent show took place at the 200-year-old Pittsford Farm homestead………………. Surrounded by mountains on a gorgeous autumn night as the sun set in the distance to the sounds of Bach (and Lennon) ………
People clearly have trouble making commitments in The Greens………………. Possibly the mountain way?…………………………. But on the other side there are events like this with the majesty of nature, highly evolved kids, honored Elders and an array of mutts………… beauty is beauty……
After Fridays’ glory, Saturday was a bust………………………. After we have hung out with the Dumpmaster, the Assistant DM and the Growling Dwarf from Down the Hill, having their usual Saturday morning summit Dump, which requires a minimum of 45 minutes’ investment……. And then stopped at the Empresses house to do a quick drop-off, but became a Hospice visit……………………. All of which resulted in late day rain and another……………Yes, another missed free lunch at a Ludlow Fest……………………………….
Sunday was our annual trek to the Calvin Coolidge Homestead, for the annual Folk and Blues festival, an extraordinary event in a brilliant setting, of the best of Vermont Culture……… Highlighted this year by a local legend Rick Reddington and his Tough Love band…………………. The perfect day in a perfect place……………………… With a family of four toddlers lying by us, and finding that Lucy was the perfect size for them to wrestle with…………. Music from as far away as Madagascar, with what might be the most mellow concert crowd in history……………. What a day…
We completed the week with an outside dinner, just down the road in Cuttingsville, at the Rooster, facing the wonderful old cemetery as the sun sets and the air chills……. And on into Belmont for one of our towns’ most unusual in yearly events……… whence our little library becomes a 1940s Harlem speakeasy Cabaret for one night………. With local celebrities Joe and Alexis, now well into their seventies, continuing to provide brilliant takes on the Gershwin, Berlin, and Cole Porter song books on standup bass and classic torch- siren vocals……………… white tablecloths, candlelit and flower strewn tables transport back to a time……. These folks are music royalty, even learning that Alexis’ mother sang with the Gene Krupa Band in the 40s and 50s…holy buckets……
And that, my friends, is certainly enough………………… So happy trails to you until we meet again……
