Beauty comes out!

Bot ox!

About the war: very intense and I wish I could do more to help including my Russian friend.

Rise to your feet in this corner of the world!

Transmusic nonstop!

Got to keep rolling!

I only do my worst things at some Sunday time, when I am really awful, and nobody would stand it, I become mister awful, at least for a moment.

I think she sings of avocados.

You got to love it.

So consider the beauty you find, as sacred, a moment with another even for another as greater than sacred. Stop being petty right now.

My personal connection to the Holocaust is this: My father's best friend was a holocaust survivor who was kept hidden during the war by a priest. I have his name as my middle name. So don't tell me it never happened.