If you were to look at my Goodreads account, you would see that I am currently reading 3 books. A friend asked me how I could do that. I’m not sure why this seems odd to folks, but I am.
The first book I am reading, is my slowest read. That one usually sits on the night stand next to my bed. It is usually a book that is a “compilation” type book with many short stories or bits of information that I can read a page or two before bed. It is my “don’t have to think much” book. I usually fall asleep while reading it.
The second book is a true book, usually from the library, that I bring with me to work or two the doctor. If the book is good enough, then I will usually read a chapter or two once the kids are in bed.
The last book I am “reading” is an audio book that I play in the car on my way to and from work. With an hour drive both ways, it helps to pass the time and is a good way to get through my “to read” stack!
I have been keeping the library fairly busy lately with my book requests. They have been equally books and books on tape. Recently, I thought my reading was going to slow down because of my new car.
This is the first car that I have ever owned that does not have a CD player in it. Because of this, my usually stack of music CDs will now have to be transferred to a digital format and I’ll have to keep a thumb drive or external drive with my tunes on it in the car. This isn’t too big of a deal, as much of my music is already digital from when I was DJing.
However, the audio books I was getting from the library were all on CD. I walked into the library a day or two after I got my new car and returned three audio books. The librarian, who knows me from always being in there, commented that I must have listened to them all in one day. I explained that the new vehicle has no CD player. That’s when she told me about Libby.
Libby is an app that allows you to listen to audio books, ebooks, magazines and even videos! I can “borrow” an audio book for up to 21 days. My car connects with my Android Auto on my phone and the audio books play through the car radio. I had no idea this app even existed. My librarian told me that if there was ever something I couldn’t find on Libby, there was another app I could try called Hoopla.
What Libby doesn’t have – Hoopla probably does! All you need is your library card.
I have never liked to read digital books on a Kindle or a Nook. I love the feel of a book in my hand and I love turning actual pages. Listening to an audio book can be just as nice and I love that I can listen to them even when I am not in the car.
Let me say right up front that this book is not one that I would have normally picked up to read. I tend to stick with mysteries, true crime, biographies, and historical fiction and non-fiction. There were two reasons that I decided to add this to my “to read” list. First, it was set in Italy – more on that in just a minute. Second, it was about a woman who had lost her mother.
I’m a member of Goodreads and I often check out their suggestions and look at what my friends are reading as well. This book came up more than once and I read a bit about it before adding it to my list.
Here is the Goodreads synopsis:
When Katy’s mother dies, she is left reeling. Carol wasn’t just Katy’s mom, but her best friend and first phone call. She had all the answers and now, when Katy needs her the most, she is gone. To make matters worse, their planned mother-daughter trip of a lifetime looms: two weeks in Positano, the magical town Carol spent the summer right before she met Katy’s father. Katy has been waiting years for Carol to take her, and now she is faced with embarking on the adventure alone.
But as soon as she steps foot on the Amalfi Coast, Katy begins to feel her mother’s spirit. Buoyed by the stunning waters, beautiful cliffsides, delightful residents, and, of course, delectable food, Katy feels herself coming back to life.
And then Carol appears—in the flesh, healthy, sun-tanned, and thirty years old. Katy doesn’t understand what is happening, or how—all she can focus on is that she has somehow, impossibly, gotten her mother back. Over the course of one Italian summer, Katy gets to know Carol, not as her mother, but as the young woman before her. She is not exactly who Katy imagined she might be, however, and soon Katy must reconcile the mother who knew everything with the young woman who does not yet have a clue.
This was the selling point for me. My mother passed away in 2006.
So many things have transpired since then. I could always count on her to listen to me when I needed to talk. When someone you love passes away, you begin to live life always asking the “What if” questions.
For one brief moment, I put myself in the place of the main character of the story (Katy). What would it be like to run into my mother – and see her at such a young age? I had to read this story to see just how it all played out.
At one point in the story, Katy says this about her mother, “She made me in her image, but she forgot the most important part. She forgot that one day she’d leave, that she already had, and then I’d be left with nothing. When you’re just a reflection, what happens when the image vanishes?” Powerful thought.
I was completely unfamiliar with the town of Positano, where the book takes place. A brief Google search led me to some very beautiful and amazing photos.
I cannot even imagine just how beautiful this place is in person.
I was worried that this book might be one of those “romance” novels. Thankfully, it was not. It was a decent story and I felt that it had a decent conclusion. It was not a difficult read, and the author does an amazing job describing some of the sights of Italy.
As I read the book, there were little nuggets that one could sock away in a book of “life quotes.”
For example:
“There is more to life than just continuing to do what we know. What got you here won’t get you there.”
“Every day the world is born again. Every day the sun rises. It is a miracle, I think. A simple, everyday miracle. Life.”
“History, memory is by definition fiction. Once an event is no longer present, but remembered, it is narrative. And we can choose the narratives we tell—about our own lives, our own stories, our own relationships. We can choose the chapters we give meaning.”
“Nature has so much power if we just pay attention.”
“One of life’s most important challenges is determining what to hold on to and what to let go of. Do not be fooled into believing that you do not know which is which. Follow the feeling, follow it all the way home.”
All in all, I enjoyed this book. I’m not sure I would have read it, had I not read the synopsis and felt a bit of a connection to it. However, it was a good read and you might find it worth reading, too.
My wife and I had just started dating and she told me she bought me a shirt. She swore that I would “love it.” When it arrived, she immediately made me put it on.
My first thought was that I was never going to wear it! I eventually caved and began wearing it around the house. For whatever it is worth, I still have it and it is a very comfy shirt. I don’t wear it in public, but I do wear it. Many times I have to fight my wife for it, as she loves to wear it, too. It has seen better days, and my wife probably needs to buy me a new one.
If I didn’t tell you already, my wife loves the Golden Girls. I wasn’t a huge fan, but watched an episode or two and always felt like Sophia was just like my Italian grandma!
This week, she sends me a text with a photo asking if we could go to a show. It’s a Golden Girls show. I don’t know anything about it, except it is coming close to us a couple times.
My wife and I don’t get date nights too often, so I got us tickets. I looked her in the eye today and said, “So if going to this Golden Girls show doesn’t prove that I love you ….” Before I could get any further she interrupted me and said, “Hey! I went to that stupid Three Stooges Festival with you, remember?!”
I recently finished another book that was on my “To Read” list. It was one that I actually listened to the audiobook while driving to and from work. To be honest, I hoped for a bit more, but it was still a very good book.
Here is the Goodreads synopsis:
A chilling tale of psychological suspense and an homage to the thriller genre tailor-made for fans: the story of a bookseller who finds himself at the center of an FBI investigation because a very clever killer has started using his list of fiction’s most ingenious murders.
Years ago, bookseller and mystery aficionado Malcolm Kershaw compiled a list of the genre’s most unsolvable murders, those that are almost impossible to crack—which he titled “Eight Perfect Murders”—chosen from among the best of the best including Agatha Christie’s A. B. C. Murders, Patricia Highsmith’s Strangers on a Train, Ira Levin’s Death Trap, A. A. Milne’s Red House Mystery, Anthony Berkeley Cox’s Malice Aforethought, James M. Cain’s Double Indemnity, John D. Macdonald’s The Drowner, and Donna Tartt’s A Secret History.
But no one is more surprised than Mal, now the owner of the Old Devils Bookstore in Boston, when an FBI agent comes knocking on his door one snowy day in February. She’s looking for information about a series of unsolved murders that look eerily similar to the killings on Mal’s old list. And the FBI agent isn’t the only one interested in this bookseller who spends almost every night at home reading. The killer is out there, watching his every move—a diabolical threat who knows way too much about Mal’s personal history, especially the secrets he’s never told anyone, even his recently deceased wife.
To protect himself, Mal begins looking into possible suspects . . . and sees a killer in everyone around him. But Mal doesn’t count on the investigation leaving a trail of death in its wake. Suddenly, a series of shocking twists leaves more victims dead—and the noose around Mal’s neck grows so tight he might never escape.
My Thoughts
I love a good mystery and the books on Malcom’s list are classics. I will warn you that if you are unfamiliar with any of them, there are spoilers referenced in regard to each book. If you are planning on reading them, do it before reading Eight Perfect Murders.
The story is told from Malcom’s perspective – his narrative. There are times where you wonder what, if any, involvement he has in any of the murders and just what secrets he is hiding. He has a sense of mystery about him, at least that is how I felt about him.
I loved the whole idea that someone could find this list on a blog and then begin copying the plots from these books. I should have seen the ending coming, but didn’t. It was a satisfying read.
It is time once again for one of my favorite blog posts – Turntable Talk, hosted by Dave at A Sound Day. If you are unfamiliar with this feature, Dave assigns the participants with a specific musical topic each month. This is the 15th installment. This month the topic is: My Hometown
Dave’s instructions for us this time read: “I’m leaving this one rather open-ended for your interpretation, but essentially if you’re in, write about either a song about your hometown, or highlight an artist from your hometown. Likewise, I leave it to you to define what your hometown is – it can be your literal one, or one you live in now or somewhere close by that you associate with.”
As many followers know, I live in Michigan. I was raised in the city of Warren, which is about 20 miles from Detroit (less than 20 miles in some places). When the topic was presented, my first thought was to pic the song Detroit City (which was done by numerous artists). I really don’t consider that song a favorite, so I started thinking about Motown Songs. There were SO many good ones to chose from, but I decided against that, too.
I then did a search of artists from Michigan hoping that one would jump out at me. One did. I wrote briefly about him in the past, but feel he is worth writing about for this topic. I will mention some of his biggest hits, which you will be familiar with, and maybe even include some YouTube links. There is one song that wasn’t a huge hit for him, but it is my favorite vocal by him. I hope you are ready for some excitement – Mr. Excitement, Jackie Wilson!
Jackie Wilson has ties to many other artists and groups, all prior to having a successful solo career. He was considered a master showman and one of the most dynamic singers and performers in soul, R&B, and rock and roll history. His story is really an amazing one to follow, although it does have a sad ending.
The iconic, soulful and energetic stage entertainer was born in Detroit on June 9th, 1934, and raised in the rough neighborhoods of Highland Park, Michigan (13 miles outside of Detroit). He actually began singing as a young boy, accompanying his mother, an experienced church choir singer. In his early teens he joined a quartet, the Ever Ready Gospel Singers, who gained popularity in local churches. Wilson was not very religious, but he enjoyed singing in public. The money the quartet earned from performing was often spent on alcohol, and Wilson began drinking at an early age.
Life was rough for him growing up. At age 15, he dropped out of school. He joined an area gang, which led to Jackie getting in trouble. He got locked up twice in juvenile homes where he eventually learned to box. He entered the amateur circuits around the Detroit area where he met fellow boxer and future Motown chief, Berry Gordy. Jackie would become a Golden Gloves boxer, but after his mother told him ‘that’s enough boxing’, and with a record of 2-8, he turned to music.
Forming the original Falcons, he would be discovered by Johnny Otis, who placed him in a group called the Thrillers. The Thrillers later became the Royals, the same group that backed another Detroit legend, Hank Ballard, but Jackie left before they made their big hits. Joining Billy Ward & the Dominoes in 1953, replacing Clyde McPhatter. He stayed with the group for 3 years, and cut their last real hit “St. Terese of the Roses.” It was after this (in 1957) that he decided going solo would be a better option. He was absolutely right and it paid off for him in a big way.
Signing with Brunswick Records, Jackie would have his first hit “Reet Petite” in 1957, co-written by Berry Gordy, who would become good friends with Wilson over the years, and co-writing a few of his early hits.
Jackie followed this with “To Be Loved,” “That’s Why (I Love You So),” and “I’ll Be Satisfied.” But it was “Lonely Teardrops” that would launch him to a whole new level!
Charting 54 hits from 1957-1974, his stage presence earned him the nickname “Mr. Excitement”! Audiences went wild for his stage show! Go to YouTube and watch some of his live performances! He was amazing. He sang while doing knee-drops, spins, the splits, back flips, one-footed across-the-floor slides, removing his tie and jacket and throwing them off the stage, basic boxing steps like advance and retreat shuffling. Jackie would sing anything from high-powered soul classics, to opera, to ballads – there wasn’t anything Jackie couldn’t sing.
One of those amazing ballads was a song called, “Doggin’ Around” from 1960. The vocal on this song blows me away every time I hear it! You can hear the pain in his voice as he pleads to this woman to stop playing games with him. There is that lone piano plinking along in the back ground and the back ground singers are just enough to enhance the “pain” Jackie is trying to convey. The song itself only went to #15, but I have always felt it should have gone MUCH higher.
Doggin’ Around – Lyrics
You better stop, yeah, doggin’ me around If don’t you stop, yeah, I’m gonna put you down
Cause, I can’t take it Much longer My heart’s getting weak, It’s not getting any stronger You keep me so upset, My head’s in a whirl, But if you wanna be my girl
You better stop, yeah, doggin’ me around Cause if you don’t stop, I’m gonna put you down
Now you know you go out nights, To have yourself a ball Sometimes you don’t, you don’t make it home at all I don’t mind you having yourself a real good time, But now what are you tryna do, tryna make me lose my mind
You better stop, yeah, doggin’ me around If you don’t stop, I’m gonna put you down Yes, put you down I don’t want to do it, but I’ll have to put you down I love you baby, but still, I’ll put you down…
Elvis Presley’s hairstylist, Larry Geller, once visited Jackie backstage with Elvis after one of his Las Vegas performances. He said that Jackie had a habit of taking a handful of salt tablets and drinking large amounts of water before each performance, to create profuse sweating. Wilson told Elvis, “The chicks love it.” This may not have been the healthiest thing to do, and may have contributed to his tragic end.
On September 29, 1975, Jackie was one of the main acts to be featured in Dick Clark’s Good Ol’ Rock and Roll Revue at the Latin Casino in Cherry Hill, New Jersey. While singing “Lonely Teardrops,” as he sang the words “My heart is crying” he collapsed on stage; audience members applauded as they initially thought it was part of the act. He had suffered a heart attack onstage. Dick Clark sensed something was wrong, then ordered the musicians to stop the music.
Due to the lack of oxygen, he fell into a coma, of which he never recovered. He was moved to a retirement community in Mt. Holly, New Jersey, where he needed constant care. Elvis Presley paid for a lot of his medical expenses. On January 21, 1984, Jackie Wilson died at the young age of 49.
So many great singers hail from Michigan, and the Detroit area. Jackie Wilson was an amazing talent who, despite a short career, left us so many great songs! He posthumously received his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame on September 4, 2019. He is buried at Westlawn Cemetery in Wayne, Michigan. His tombstone reads “No more lonely teardrops.” A bench in front of his grave says, “Jackie – The Complete Entertainer.”
Thanks again to Dave for allowing me to take part in this feature! I truly look forward to writing for it and reading the other participant’s entries. I am already waiting patiently for next month’s topic.
When Sam and I got married, a friend gave us two hand towels like the ones pictured above. Ours said, “Mr. Right” and “Mrs. Always Right!” In the years that we’ve been together, the only time Sam and I have ever “matched” was when we bought a ridiculous pair of Christmas pajamas!
After that, we tried to “match” for family pictures, but even then, it was usually just matching colors. It wasn’t like we have ever bought the same shirts or anything like that!
That all stopped I suppose when Sam went shoe shopping. There is a Hey Dude’s place near us and she kept talking about wanting a pair. She found some she liked and said I should get some. They look like what some people call “boat shoes” to me. Every time I have ever tried a pair of those style shoes, they would give me blisters, so I didn’t even want to try them. She talked me into to trying a pair and they were very comfortable.
We joked about having matching shoes and how we were slowly becoming “that” couple. Well, I can tell you that as of today, we ARE “that” couple. Let me explain.
Remember yesterday that I mentioned that we bought a new car? She had been looking at a Chevy Equinox for herself in the future. For me, we were looking at a Chevy Trax. In a nutshell, we sat in one that was sold. Then one became available and we drove it, loved it and bought it. On the way home with it Sam commented that she liked it.
Well, the guy from the car dealer called Sam yesterday. We hadn’t planned on doing anything for her for a couple months. He asked, “How set are you on an Equinox?” She said she really wasn’t set on anything. He asked how I liked my Trax, and she told him that we both liked it. He then informed her that the orange Trax we were only able to sit in was suddenly available.
It took just a couple hours to work out a deal and now, even though the colors are different, we have matching cars!
Sam’s has a few more bells and whistles than mine, but that’s ok. She deserves to ride like a queen!
No, I wasn’t on the Price is Right. No, I didn’t win a new car. However, here is a story of how everything kind of fell into place.
The Hyundai (The Goose Mobile) I have been driving was closing in on 200,000 miles. It was almost time to get new tires and put brakes on again. So, Sam and I had been talking about looking at cars that would get good gas mileage because of how far I drive to work.
We made an appointment to go to the dealer to see a friend of hers to just run numbers and look at cars. We also wanted to get the Goose Mobile appraised. We had a vehicle or two in mind that we knew did good on gas and would probably get us into a lower car payment.
We had been looking at Chevy Malibu’s or the Chevy Trax. Sam’s friend, Mark, told us that there was a Trax we could look at, but it was already sold. We wanted to see just how much room was in it, trunk space, back seat space, etc… I was surprised at how much room was in it, especially since it doesn’t really look that big.
Sam was also interested in the Chevy Equinox. Once Andrew is sitting facing the front in his car seat, Sam would like to get into one of those. There was a Demo on the lot, which was priced right, but the color was, what Sam called, “Baby Poop Brown.” HA!
As we were getting ready to look at some other cars, someone yelled to Mark that a Trax, which was supposed to be sold, was suddenly available. So he grabbed the keys and let me take it for a spin.
I really wanted to dislike it, but I didn’t! I really was impressed with it. I offered Sam a chance to drive it, but she said she didn’t need to. She said it handled well, which it does. When we got back from the test drive, they told us our appraisal on the Hyundai and gave us the rough estimate of the new car payment. It was significantly lower than what we are paying now, and Sam said to write it up.
We had hoped to get it financed through the credit union that we already have out van loan through, but they wanted a crap ton of money down. That kind of ticked me off a bit. We already have a loan through you, and have never missed a payment. Why would you not want to help out one of your members?! Oh well. Their loss.
When I called the insurance company to switch the insurance, they asked me what year the car was and both Sam and I were surprised that it was a 2024 model! I think we both assumed that it was a 22 or 23.
It was obvious that we hadn’t planned on buying a vehicle while we were there. I had the huge double stroller still in the car from our trip to the zoo and I hadn’t really cleaned the car out at all. Luckily, the stroller fit in the back with the car seats and the rest of the stuff I had to take out of the Hyundai.
It was one of those things where everything lined up and fell into place. As a bonus, I ran into my friend Christine, who does all the marketing for the dealership. She and I met 10+ years ago when the dealer hosted their first classic car show. My other friend, Mark, was there working in the finance department. He went on the air with me when we were promoting that first car show and it was great to see him.
The way they worked everything for us, they have customers for life! I had to work tonight, so I cannot thank them enough for all they did to make things happen in a hurry today.
Tuesday was my wife’s birthday. She wanted to take the kids to the Detroit Zoo. It was the perfect day! The temperatures were in the mid-70’s and the sun was shining. We got to see all the animals that we hoped to see and the kids (and us) had a blast!
You may remember that Sam’s favorite animals are penguins. When we were married in Florida, we paid extra to actually see, and hold a penguin. She was especially excited to go to the zoo because the new penguin exhibit was now open. It didn’t disappoint.
They were really active Tuesday. There is a part of the exhibit where you can actually watch them swim around you. It was a very cool thing. The kids loved it.
Sam wanted to get something “penguin” for herself for her birthday. She was thinking of a stuffed penguin or maybe a t-shirt. We planned on stopping back there on the way out (the penguin exhibit has its own gift shop).
I got to see my favorite animal as well – the otters. They were also active and swimming around where we could see them. I could be wrong but before we even went inside, Andrew showed me that he liked otters, too!
We got to see the zebras, giraffes, rhinos, and monkeys. As a matter of fact, the line of the day came from Ella when she saw this one:
She said, and I quote, “That monkey’s butt is really red, mommy! He needs some diaper cream on that!”
The reptile house is always neat because the alligators are in there with a lot of other animals, but it is always hot as blazes! The kids really loved that this huge turtle was swimming in front of them!
After being there for some time, Ella said she was ready to go home. We started our way back to the penguin exhibit to get Sam her birthday prize. Now let me tell you something about my wife. It is never about her. She is the most unselfish person I have ever met. As we were walking back to the exhibit, Ella said she wanted to have her face painted. Without thinking twice, she said she didn’t need to get anything and got Ella her face painted.
She wanted to be a butterfly and the look on her face when she finally saw the finished product was one of the best moments of the day.
My dad lives close by, so we stopped to say hello. Sam’s car was in the shop getting new tires put on, so we couldn’t stay long. The kids were happy to see my dad and he was equally happy to see them (even though we woke him up from a nap). Naturally, they had to go and bang on the keyboard in his music room.
We got the the tire place just in time and picked up her car. Once we were home, we finally got to grab dinner and sing happy birthday to Sam. She loves red velvet cake, so Ella, Andrew and I baked one for her! It came out better than I could have imagined. Bonus – no egg shells fell in the batter!
By the end of the day, Sam was exhausted. You see, she worked the night before and we literally left for the zoo after she got home. Even though it was her birthday, it was more of a day for the kids and it was an amazing time for all of us!
I just finished Graham Moore’s The Sherlockian. I don’t recall if I stumbled on it because of other Sherlock Holmes themed books I have read or if it was something I saw on Goodreads. I picked it up Friday at the library and found it hard to put down.
Here is a synopsis from Goodreads:
In December 1893, Sherlock Holmes-adoring Londoners eagerly opened their Strand magazines, anticipating the detective’s next adventure, only to find the unthinkable: his creator, Arthur Conan Doyle, had killed their hero off. London spiraled into mourning — crowds sported black armbands in grief — and railed against Conan Doyle as his assassin.
Then in 1901, just as abruptly as Conan Doyle had “murdered” Holmes in “The Final Problem,” he resurrected him. Though the writer kept detailed diaries of his days and work, Conan Doyle never explained this sudden change of heart. After his death, one of his journals from the interim period was discovered to be missing, and in the decades since, has never been found.
Or has it?
When literary researcher Harold White is inducted into the preeminent Sherlock Holmes enthusiast society, The Baker Street Irregulars, he never imagines he’s about to be thrust onto the hunt for the holy grail of Holmes-ophiles: the missing diary. But when the world’s leading Doylean scholar is found murdered in his hotel room, it is Harold – using wisdom and methods gleaned from countless detective stories – who takes up the search, both for the diary and for the killer.
In the acknowledgements of the book, the author states that the book is loosely based on real events. Many characters in the story are real (Arthur Conan Doyle, Bram Stoker, Oscar Wilde) while others are compilations, in a sense of many people.
What I really enjoyed about the story is the back and forth from present day to Doyle’s England. The intertwining of the past and present really made the book a fun read.
I had no idea that Bram Stoker (who wrote Dracula) and Arthur Conan Doyle were friends in real life! I did know that Doyle hated his Sherlock Holmes character so much that he killed him off.
Whether you are a Sherlock Holmes fan or just love a good mystery, I think you’ll enjoy The Sherlockian.
Jazz legend Mel Torme’ passed away on this day in 1999. He began performing when he was just 14 years old. While he had some success with his group, The Mel-Tones, and some solo work in the 50’s and 60’s, it wasn’t until late in his life that his career really soared.
He was introduced to young audiences when he appeared as himself on Night Court. In interviews he said people would go see him perform because they wanted to know what Harry Anderson’s character found so amazing about him.
I was lucky enough to see him perform once in the early 1990’s. He was touring with Doc Severinsen and the Tonight Show Band. It remains, hands down, the best concert I have ever attended. He blew me away!
He came on stage and I was immediately caught up in his presence. He literally grabbed the audience and kept us mesmerized by his singing, his scatting, and his banter. When Doc’s band joined him toward the end of the show, he got up on the drums and played Sing, Sing, Sing. He was phenomenal!!
There is one song that I absolutely love by him. I suppose it would be one of the many that belong in the “Great American Songbook.” It is called More Than You Know. There are live versions by him that are just captivating, but I will share the studio version, which is just as beautiful.
Thanks for your music, Mel, and thanks for a performance that I will never forget!
More Than You Know
Whether you are here or yonder Whether you are false or true Whether you remain or wander I’m growing fonder of you
Even though your friends forsake you Even though you don’t succeed Wouldn’t I be glad to take you And give you the break you need
More than you know, more than you know Girl of my heart I love you so Lately I find you’re on my mind More than you know
Whether you’re right, whether you’re wrong Girl of my heart, I’ll string along I need you so More than you’ll ever know
Loving you the way that I do There’s nothing I can do about it Loving may be all you can give But, honey, I can’t live without it
Oh, how I’d cry, oh how I’d cry If you got tired and said Goodbye More than I’d show More than you’ll ever know
Various Ramblings of a Nostalgic Italian 