I am truly my mother’s son, essentially incapable of answering a question with anything but a narrative.  I believe strangers at parties find this engaging, but my friends consider themselves long-suffering: ‘too many notes’.

My partner of 38 years christened me ‘Domani Dave’.  I say procrastination is the sincerest form of optimism, so please pardon me for invoking the high priestess of domani — Scarlett O’Hara — “Tomorrow is another day!”