This was my room.  My little private room at the hotel in Palm Springs.  I miss it.  I miss the glass table on the patio where I sipped coffee and nibbled muffins and read the newspaper.  I miss the arched interior walls, the tiled bathroom with the high ceiling, the perfect writing bed.  Don't go there.  It's mine.


  today's music:

"Summer Wind" -- Frank Sinatra -- STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT


today's wisdom:

"The last thing that we find in making a book is to know what we must put first."

- Blaise Pascal