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?Bring me the big knife; I?m gonna cut my throat!?*

Several nights ago, as we walked in a chilly, blowing drizzle across the street from the Metropolitan Opera, I stopped, even as the crosswalk sign suggested we proceed.

?What are you doing?? asked George Rodrigue, as I explained that I saw Cher in my head, breathtaking, emerging from a New York City taxi to meet Nicholas Cage after sighing that morning, ?Where?s the Met??


?I love two things,? he said (the ?he? in my head is George or Cage; take your pick).? [ Read more ]

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