Will wonders never cease?
The day has arrived. I opened the new Vanity Fair and saw my name. Ok, so it was a reference to an obscure recording by Lucinda Williams of the classic folk song Poor Ellen Smith. Close enough to give me a thrill. And while we’re at it, did I tell you the top movie at the box office this week-end is about my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Smith? I mean, really, there is, for me, only one Mr. and Mrs. Smith.