Every Picture Tells a Story 3/17/20

Cabbage roll and pork chop, both from Rich's Deli. Sure, it's a Ukrainian deli, but still...a cabbage roll on St. Patrick's Day seems appropriate. And a pork chop? Seems appropriate any time. (Unless you're the pig in question, in which case...yes, well.)

Every Picture Tells a Story 3/16/20

Sunset as seen from the Wilson Red/Purple Line stop.

Oh, Yeah...

Happy Friday the 13th, everyone.

Every (Kitty) Picture Tells a Story 3/13/20

This? Is Lincoln. Or, at least, that's what Mom calls him, because of the "chin beard."



My brother and I, though, call him Bumpy, because he loves to head-butt your hand when you offer it.



He obviously thinks he's adorable. And he is...



...when he's not terrorizing the other cats in the house. Which is often.

Still, he loves to cuddle and often sleeps with me on the couch, both day and night.

With the world in a frenzy over coronavirus and the news bringing me down on a daily--hell, hourly--basis, I need all the cuddles I can get.

Every Picture Tells a Story 3/12/20

Every Picture Tells a Story 3/11/20

Every Picture Tells a story 3/10/20

Somewhere back in the '90s, JB introduced me to Sarah Vaughan with Michel Legrand, an album of songs written by the latter and sung by the former.

I wasn't into jazz at the time--though my musical tastes were (and are) varied (i.e., all over the map)--you'll find Hank Williams Sr. next to Liz Phair next to the Who next to Howlin' Wolf next to Johnny Cash next to Meat Loaf next to the Rolling Stones next to Fred Astaire...you get the drift.

But jazz? For whatever reason, it didn't register with me.

Then JB loaned me his copy of Sarah Vaughan with Michel Legrand--an album the two musical legends had recorded together in 1972--and my earballs were changed forever.

From Legrand's lush orchestrations to Vaughan's soulful vocals, the album was a lovely blend of two masterful artists at the top of their respective games. And? Vaughan's rendition of "I was Born in Love with You" (from the '70s remake of Wuthering Heights) is enough to reduce the strongest individual to a blubbering mess.

It quickly became one of my favorite albums ever.

Then? The heart attacks happened, and I lost everything--including every CD I owned.

Over the last couple of years, though, I've been slowly rebuilding my collection.

Hank Williams Sr.? Yep.

Liz Phair? You bet.

Meat Loaf and Johnny Cash? Of course and of course.

And now? Sarah Vaughan and Michel Legrand.

My earballs are happy again.

Every Picture Tells a Story 3/9/20

Yet another party I was not invited to.

Every Picture Tells a Story 3/6/20

Sunset, as seen from the Armitage Brown Line stop.