Well, maybe one more..

11. Once, many years ago, while sitting in a woman friend's living room on a Sunday morning reading the NY Times, I heard a strange, sing-songy cry behind me and turned to see her dance out of the kitchen ON FIRE. Apparently, she'd reached across a burner on the stove to get something, flame touched shirt and poof. Wrapped her in a blanket, just a few minor burns, really….something you don't forget

- Merritt


"It's all one big note." – F. Zappa