Sunday Drive: In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening
A delightful duet with big-band gal Margaret Whiting and studly jazzman John Pizzarelli, singing the Hoagy Carmichael-Johnny Mercer classic -- which is a bit of wishful thinking for your Head Trucker. We awoke Saturday morning to find the a/c had conked out overnight, on a day when the mercury boiled up to 101! Whew. Why do these things always happen on a weekend?
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Comments are welcome, but please note: this is not a public forum but my personal blog, which nobody is forced to read. You don't like what I write, go find a blog you do like; there are millions of others to choose from. Or write your own.
Polite disagreement is one thing, but rudeness will be deleted without hesitation.