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.
"Summer Wind" -- Frank Sinatra -- STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT
"The last thing that we find in making a book is to know what we must put first."
- Blaise Pascal