Ms. Jones had planned to go home after her hair appointment with Sonna at Jaaz Salon and indulge yet another night in the joys of unpacking boxes and hanging art in her new digs, but a telephone call from S. lured her like the siren's song to an historical movie, her favorite kind, for Ms. Jones loves, loves, loves to be transported to another time and place and, oh! the costumes.



That the film was "The Young Victoria," about a queen, showing during a week when Ms. Jones is… Continue

"Dress to impress," the invitation said, and we did, donning our snazzy black evening wear for a night of jazz and wine at the Red Lion -- but alas, the only ones we impressed were one another, and perhaps the members of the Bluestone Jazz Trio. The reason being, gentle reader, that there were no other men in the room.



Oh, OK -- there were a few men, two ballroom dancers complete with partners; R., who only stayed for one set (a creature of habit, he had to rush off to Zola for the… Continue