Note: December is here. As I write this, I’m watching snow blow over the sund,* and on the hill behind the house the powder’s already a half meter or more deep. I’m listening to Frank Sinatra sing “Have Yourself a…
Recollections…by Damon Falke
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But What of It: Jazz and the Occasional Wanderings of a Sometimes Lonely Man…by Damon Falke
Cue in the piano and then, wait for it—Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,/Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,/Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know/Think so little of me, they allow…