From the Kitchen #83
Instead of sitting at my usual table at the local cafĂ© this afternoon, I was lying back in a dentist’s chair, with my mouth agape and full of fingers and implements. The annual cleaning of the ivories. (more…)
Instead of sitting at my usual table at the local cafĂ© this afternoon, I was lying back in a dentist’s chair, with my mouth agape and full of fingers and implements. The annual cleaning of the ivories. (more…)