You know, I wish this light was all light, that it would follow only us.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Clap Hands, Here Comes Charlie!
You know, there was an hour in our time, the early fifties, 1951 specifically, when you could get up, put on a cotton oxford and cordovan slip-ons, have an egg with an orangy middle and coffee, watch Wile E. Coyote stupefy the west with a silly gadget, and buy the new Ella Fitzgerald album, 'Clap Hands, Here Comes Charlie!'
Eh, I got nothin'. Here. See...