It's been more than six months since my last Letter; this winter was a mind-numbing jumble of ill tidings that, to paraphrase Shakespeare, was a winter of (my) discontent, with little to celebrate, to write about. I can't remember such despair on the U.S. stage since the dark days of the war in Vietnam:
Letter From LA: Winter of (my) Discontent
Letter From LA: Winter of (my) Discontent
Letter From LA: Winter of (my) Discontent
It's been more than six months since my last Letter; this winter was a mind-numbing jumble of ill tidings that, to paraphrase Shakespeare, was a winter of (my) discontent, with little to celebrate, to write about. I can't remember such despair on the U.S. stage since the dark days of the war in Vietnam: