I’m imagining the ear bashing Arthur got on the way home from the fair for missing with that last dart. Perhaps that is when the axe was wielded, and Arthur found out *exactly* how much that mirror really mattered?
Man, she really loves that pinwheel. Ha. I wonder if she was watching the thing from her window the whole time, too. Hell, I would bring it inside if it meant that much. But then again, maybe she just wants attention. Great post, Jimmy.
Technicolor. Purely, perfectly, J.
I’m imagining the ear bashing Arthur got on the way home from the fair for missing with that last dart. Perhaps that is when the axe was wielded, and Arthur found out *exactly* how much that mirror really mattered?
Man, she really loves that pinwheel. Ha. I wonder if she was watching the thing from her window the whole time, too. Hell, I would bring it inside if it meant that much. But then again, maybe she just wants attention. Great post, Jimmy.
I felt transported to Vegas of the late 40s except there was no Zeppelin then. Maybe we should just say that was transporting.
I definitely like this one.
There comes a time in life when everything you have is precious because it represents something that can no longer be replaced.
Musicologists can be so opinionated!