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But the eyes have pretty much gone out on me, and it is going to take another two weeks or so of research before I can begin actual writing, so decided to kick back and finish the evening with a scotch and soda and listen to Oscar Peterson’s “Motions and Emotions.” Arranged and conducted by Claus Ogerman, it starts off with a Henry Mancini Bossa Nova called “Sally’s Tomato” and features versions of songs by Jimmy Webb, Burt Bacharach, the Beatles, Jobim and even “Ode to Billy Joe.” A true delight.
So why am I telling you all this? Lord only knows. I suspect the only people who will read or care are those wanting to sell me a way to improve traffic. Save your breath, you traffic traffickers, this guy’s not in love with you and has no money to spare anyway. Meanwhile, this is some tasty tomato—think I’ll leave you now and let Jobim’s wave ripple over me as I lull myself to sleep.