Not only did she go from $2 to $10, but her grasp of all the other
facets of Inflation were spotlighted at Getaway by The Poor Horsemen Of The Apochryphal running a-fowl and chasing down a bunch of flocking birds onstage to the accompaniment of the odd chance vocal.

But as for Barry, he should be able to write us a sea song about waking up after a night of SINS with all his belongings gone in an almost empty room, and having to go back to the ship, not in women's clothes or in a barrel, but wearing, say, a moose head and a bunch of other tacky items beyond description. There are other songs about recieving "gifts" from Ladies of the night, but none as yet dealing with gifts like only SINS could bestow.....

Until such a song could be written, I wish you the best throughout the year designated by this birthday and hope to see and hear you again at Getaway this year. We're all glad to be Barryed alive for another 12 months.