Fred Astaire is dead; what hope have we got?

All good things must come to an end, which is a shame made palatable only because all bad things end as well.

The other day a friend called me in the early morning hours, knowing, I’m sure, that I’d likely be awake still and not at all mind if she’d been drinking a bit.

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