“We used to go to the House of Blues all of the time,” says Laughlin.
“[Lana] and her girlfriend were glammed up to the max,” Laughlin says.
Today, Laughlin lives a reclusive life far from the Hollywood music scene that she and Clarkson reveled in years ago.
“She called me bawling her eyes out,” said Laughlin in a recent interview.
Laughlin told The Daily Beast that she sent the cards to be “weirdly politically correct.”
A letter from Mr. Laughlin, Chargé d'affaires in Page's absence, tells the story.
Professor Laughlin likes the word standard better than I do.
You and Laughlin and I, who are close to it all, are absolutely agreed.
They had scarcely done so, when Laughlin, with his cat-like tread, stepped in among them.
The resemblance of the view here maintained to that of Professor Laughlin is at many points close.
