What fun! I love a good pissin' contest. When I was but a lad I use to play at a coffee house in Pinellas Park, Fl called the Beaux Arts Coffee House and Gallery. One of the guys who just sort of hung around and listened and occassionally read some of his poetry was a young junior college student named Jim. I was not impressed. Jim later formed a little group called The Doors. Who knew?

I grew up in Polk County, Florida and use to frequent a teen night club called the Derry Down in Winter Haven, FL. One night during the rock band's intermission the owner of the club had a special guest performer. An acoustic performer named Gram Parsons playing for a club full of teenagers who came to shake their ass. He held us spellbound.

For many years I was a fan and friend of Florida humorist and musician Gamble Rogers. I have so many Gamble stories I surely can't share them here, but I guess the thing I remember most about Gamble was his professionalism, his wit, and his kindness. Gamble was a great human being who gave his life doing what Gamble always did-- trying to save another human being from drowning. Gamble use to say, "The Lord gives me grace, the devil gives me style. Ron.