Occasionally things you see or hear do a twist on your brain—too bizarre to fit into place in the view you have constructed.
So it was when I (wait for it . . .) first heard Vladimir Putin singing “Blueberry Hill”. I kid you not. Where do you fit that? The memories of Fats Domino with the original hit, of Richie Cunningham warbling his theme song, fade—or perhaps are driven from the mind. Continue reading