The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Charlie and Deb thanked us for dog-sitting their Weimaraner Liese by treating us to the Sunday jazz brunch at Boscos in Memphis today.
As usual, the food and ambiance were perfect. And, as usual, I ate too much.
So it goes.
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