One Sad Little Dancing Ape
So for two weeks, Segnor Bruni is in Italy, examining his roots.
"Lai lai lai, I'm so alone, alone in a field, it's cause I'm deranged, la la laaa"
No, silly, his ITALIAN roots. Moskin's got his back, but...it's just not the same. When Frank's needle goes off the track, so to speak, this little ballerina stops dancing.
See you in two weeks (although carryover divertissement always available here.)


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In the meantime let's speculate as to what's in Bruni's fanny pack (second item down)!
The heading "One Sad Little Dancing Ape" stopped me in my tracks for a moment, as I thought immediately of Mr. Chandler Butt, er, Mr. Chandler Burr, esteemed perfume critic of the Times, who, oddly enough, is also in Italy at this time. Could he and Mr. Bruni be the same person?
Hey Jules, the Count is back from La Dolce Vita with either the limitations of his tastebuds or of his travel agent's trip planing (would I dare blame his itinerary on the great world traveller himself?) glaringly present. In the esteemed and self proclaimed wine expert's world Tuscany (and the Sangiovese vinyards) don't exist. Having just returned at the same time from Italy I can assure him that in the birthplace of the Rennaisance and of most western culinary traditions the fine art wine making is continuing to reach new heights of innovation and quality.
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