Merman Woodtimes Dot Com

It is, without doubt, the coldest winter in memory now falling avec full force over the Tiffany City, and to think me, in my cozy corner of the Center that Rockefeller built, resting here humbled by most serious consideration for that honor bestowed upon few of my kind: Late Night Chair.  Rest now upon me, laurels of James Fallon IV, for I, your merry servant Woodtimes, shall be your throne of dead oak and hide of bovine.