I’ll be honest. I did not have high hopes for the new season of “American Idol.” I was sure that the show without Simon Cowell would be like an Italian dinner without red wine. But as I am learning from my drinking sabbatical (now nine days in!), it is possible to enjoy a bowl of pasta without a bottle of Chianti, just as it’s possible to still be entertained by hundreds of amateur singers without a British guy in a tight T-shirt there to snark at them. Keep reading »
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