Singing the Mikado, a Singing Saw, and Praises Sung

“Look at that full moon,” I said to the neighbor who rides his coaster bike around Country French Estates while his basset hound trots along beside on a leash. The enormous moon ripened against a thin layer of clouds in the east. “It’s beautiful,” he said, “makes you feel like singing the Mikado or something.” … More Singing the Mikado, a Singing Saw, and Praises Sung