Tag: funk
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: a seat at the algonquin round table :
Okay, so it wasn’t exactly a seat. Or even a particularly round table. Still, it was the Algonquin, the famed hotel on West 44th in Manhattan where the great, influential writers of the 1920s lunched and witty, sophisticated bon mots zinged. And I was there — not at the same time, of course, but in […]
the whirly girl 