Oh, Don/Dick. You're just so doggone comfortable in L.A. I mean, painting the wall in your crisp, white undershorts? (More, please, Ms. Costumer.) I believe that sweet Anna is the only woman you truly, really, deeply love. And yet, she doesn't seem to have long on this earth. What to do? Why, call your favorite face-slapping hooker, of course. And take the uptight Lane along for the ride. Wow. Talk about male bonding.
I had to let the experts at WSJ figure this one out, this morning. I enjoyed reading Evangline Morphos' analysis of how a girl's favorite Beatle in her youth predicted her sexual future. (True confession: My fave was George....yikes!!)