Manolo says, these suede shoes from the Blay they have the girlish quirkiness that the Manolo finds most endearing, like the young Bernadette Peters.

Manol says, it is the Tuesday, time for What the Manolo is…

Reading…

Listening to…

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Just the last week the Manolo he was praising the music of the William Bolcom, and now this week comes the news that the Williams Bolcom’s cheif collaborator, the Arnold Weinstein, has died. As the Manolo as the Manolo should have said the last week, it is not just the voice of the Joan Morris and the music of the William Bolcom that makes this album genius, but also the witty, funny, clever lyrics of the Arnold Weinstein.

Manolo says, at last, new eyeglasses from the Navin Johnson!

Manolo says, ayyyy! The Bells! The Bells!

Manolo says, it does not need the Manolo to point out that now it is the time to help those who need the help. Decency and human fellow-feeling demand that we do what we can to allieviate the sufferings of the peoples who lost much and are in the danger.

What is there to do?

The Manolo he cannot load the Manolo Mobile with the bottles of the waters, the foods, and the new shoes and drive to the New Orleans and distribute these things in person to the peoples there. It is too far, and the Manolo he becomes nauseous on the long car rides. Besides the Manolo he is the soft man, fattened up by the life of decadance and the luxury restaurant dining. He is not the sort of man who is needed in the New Orleans at this moment.

And so we who are soft and are living in our comfortable, non-hurricane-damaged homes far from the New Orleans and the coast of the Gulf, we must open our wallets and give, give until the needs they are met.

There are many organizations that are doing the good work in this heroic effort, but for the Manolo the choice it is the American Red Cross.

Please consider giving generously.