I had a heckler at a bluegrass performance. The sponser asked me to sing a song about a dog, and as I introduced it, this drunk in the front row jumps up and yells "DOG"!, I can spell dog D.O.G...I can spell cat too C.A.T."!! yelling at the top of his lungs. I just sat there looking right at him. Finally, he realized that he was being stared at, he looked at me, and I said "Go ahead, I can't wait for you to get to Chrysanthemum" he left to the cheers and jeers of the crowd. Someone taped that whole thing and sent it to me. It's a keeper.