Don't pull my leg. Of course white folks can sing the blues. My grandaddy taught me how to sing the blues, hell he lived the blues, growin' up on the "delta", the Cincinnati Delta, and just because he was a successful real estate man don't mean he didn't know the blues.

Anyway, I'm writing a blues song right now, it's not done yet but so far it goes something like this...

"I woke up this mornin'... I noticed both my cars were gone.

Yes, I woke up this mornin'..I noticed both my cars were gone..

Well, I felt so dog-gone angry..

I threw my drink across the lawn."

I'll finish this up when I get back from the gym.

Later,

MP