With that the top of mind, here are my happy places:
I couldn't hold back my smile. If I thought Papa's voice was magical when he told stories, it was mesmerizing when he sang.
I don't collect Pop Funkos, at least not consciously. I have a good deal of them, I'd say. I'm not in the same league as those people who have an entire office wall dedicated to the rarest ones you can... Continue Reading →
This is a small break to elaborate on why I'm calling this series "The Book Fair."
That's the thing about control, especially in the world of creative-types.
