Were the illicit lovers merely touching hands in a moment of tension, soon after the president was found dead, or was one slipping something to the other
"I feel like I'm just starting," Quincy Jones explains as he slowly takes a seat in the grand living room of his hilltop Bel-Air mansion, a wide arc of nighttime Los Angeles visible through the windows in front of him
If I ran into somebody I hadnt seen, they would say, Are you still writing? Certain stretches of his life might appear as fallow to an outside observer, but he cannot recall a time when his interest in poetry waned
He has had one-act plays produced at PACT, Love Creek and Equity Library Theatre
You do not smoke cigarettes because it is harmful for health but you smoke hookahs, which you think are relatively safer
Pipe-smoking, he told me, was his form of meditation, the thing that regularly sent him into a kind of trance