Being up real early. French Market coffee. The smell of the desert's creosote after a rain. Earl Grey tea. The Wall Street Journal. The Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Orange marmalade. Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter. Sinatra. Spencer Tracy. Golden retrievers. The Third Man. A little rain. Friday afternoon. Whenever the batter is at the 3 and 2 count. Beethoven's anything. On the Border with Crook. Gershwin. Cream cheese. The Beatles. Mark Twain. Scrabble. Gilbert & Sullivan. Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight. Vultures. An open highway and a full tank of gas. Bolla Bardolino. Greer, Arizona. Foyle's Books in London. The scent of bacon. Boats. C.S. Lewis. A good bicycle. Shakespeare. Edwin O'Connor. Bay rum aftershave. Edward G. Robinson. An empty beach. Elmore Leonard. Honey. Smiles. Favorite stories. Old trucks.
2 comments:
I'd throw in Springsteen on a Jersey night, driving down Rte 9 to Asbury Park the day after a heartache heartbreak, and Sir, I'd say your list is complete.
DarkoV,
A good match of the man and the moment.
Thanks!
Michael
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