Well, I figure I'd better write something, since my cello is busy practicing itself. Besides, Beethoven is so boring (OK, in case none of you has a sense of humor, just read on). The real Problem is, since Betsy and I liberated ourselves from the expense of cable television at home, I'm forced to watch television constantly in my hotel rooms when I'm away pretending to play concerts -- this room here in a charming Boca Raton throwback Art-Deco high-rise, being utterly fascinated and besotted by the latest discovery of the "new" serial killer in Metro Cleveland (there must be others who are getting away with it; it's scary to think how much bullshit people are getting away with in Detroit...) Anyway, this sounds like a subject for Ann Rule to pounce on, and I'm sure she's already en route to the scene. This is reminding me of the John Wayne Gacy discovery.
Nancy Grace is a unique moron. I wish I could make her head explode just by looking at her on tv, as in the movie, "Scanners." My God, I'm old.
Bryan W., I dare you to vont-sivvit.
More drivel later...
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