March 23, 2005
If someone had said it would take two days to listen to the entire Moody Blues catalog I would have protested. It's not the first time I've been so glad to be wrong. Another piece of good news came in the mail along with the new Photo magazine, which looks good. John Irving will be coming over for dinner. The challenge now will be to build a party around him. I think Lenin made this mistake with Trotsky, but I'm riding smoother waters I think. Manolo just handed me a grape juice and I handed him an Irving menu challenege. I'll retire to the gray room and compose my guest list. Ideally, Joan Baez is in town. The alternate will be my Swedish neighbor. He handles celebrity well, better than I have certainly. Until rapture, Diary.