The other bit of his that sticks in my head is the Puttin' on the Ritz song and dance from Young Frankestein.
Thank you, Mr. Wilder, for all the laughter you've given me. I wish you peace.
As if this year hasn't kicked us in the teeth enough. Peace to you, Carrie. Thanks for a heroine with spunk and grit.
Peace rest on you, wherever you've gone.
Because I'm thinking it has nothing on January. Even though we get a minute more of the sun each day, it means nothing if the clouds shroud it in…