Having just returned from the wilds of Michigan (does that wash off with Dr Bronner's?) I was wondering if any of you gifted 'Catters would care to write us a song about Dr. Bronners? It certainly cries out for one.

And, at the risk of dropping this into Catspaw's hands, am I the only one who has applied this soap to a sensitive area and suffered the consequences? Wowie owwie! I don't do that no more.

The Bob Franke song Art quotes also contains the quote about how.."poets used to hang around in poet bars,
But their hands would start to wander
And the evening would break up too soon
Till someone thought to give them all guitars."

Blessings,
Barbara