Resident New Yorker writer hears news, goes outside; has pix + quotes, descriptions, aka
You Are There.
Four Years of ceaseless venom, cruelty, Lies and criminal mopery--neutralized--in a trice.
(Cosmic-Humor finally gets over its worst hangover?)
You Are There.
Four Years of ceaseless venom, cruelty, Lies and criminal mopery--neutralized--in a trice.
(Cosmic-Humor finally gets over its worst hangover?)