â€œAh, Ray Charlesâ€”it doesnâ€™t get any better, does it?â€
I looked up from a crouch to see who was offering unsolicited opinions on my holiday shopping, assuming I would give a friendly nod and move on down the aisle, when lo and beholdâ€¦
Elvis Costello wasnâ€™t watching the detectives. He was watching me peruse the music DVD selections at the Union Square Virgin Records, and he approved of my selection.
â€œHeâ€™s one of my momâ€™s favorites,â€ I said, acting nonchalant while wondering if Costello wears the black-on-black suit and tie every time he leaves the house, even Read more