The Way We Were by: Tom Halladay
Can’t you just picture it? Dark and red and plush, ripe with the smells of whiskey, perfume and smoke. Ice-tinking women laughing and the sound of a tenor sax in […]
Can’t you just picture it? Dark and red and plush, ripe with the smells of whiskey, perfume and smoke. Ice-tinking women laughing and the sound of a tenor sax in […]