The Helsinki post is all written, but until I find a computer that will work with me, she’s not going up. Poor ol’ gal would feel naked without a few photos. While you wait, these are the things that have been in my head non-stop. It’s getting out of hand.
Harlem Night Song Come, Let us roam the night together, Singing. I love you. Across The Harlem roof-tops Moon is shining Night sky is blue Stars are great drops of golden dew. Down the street A band is playing. I love you. Come, Let us roam the night together, Singing.