"I'm Just Waiting...for the Email from my Son saying he'll be home for Christmas"
As I usually do on an average Friday in Suburban Chicago, I go book-shopping. I find nothing more thrilling than pillaging through stack after stack of books looking for those hidden treasures that may lie within: The first edition Gypsy Rose Lee memoir I’ve been searching for. The signed Hedda Hopper autobiography I’ve thought night... Read more »