Tonight, I met a ghost. I had plans to go to dinner and see a show with some friends so as the sun began its descent, I walked from the train station to the restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen. I was minding my own business, enjoying the weather and the golden hour sunlight, but as I […]Read more "The Ghost and Mr. Brinson"
I met Bernadette Peters once. In my head, that sentence sounds very “Marley was dead: to begin with.” Actually, as I prescribe primarily to The Muppets Christmas Carol, it sounds very “The Marleys were dead: to begin with,” but whatever. I met her at a cabaret for a singer I’d become friendly with since featuring […]Read more "I met Bernadette Peters once."