"YOU'RE Baby Gentry? Then who is it that I left up in the Fleabag Marriot?" And what happened to Stinky, I wondered, as well as who in the hell is Stinky? And why am I getting the blame for turning Joe's place into a polka place? It was Joe who hired Ralph Howard and His Concertina Hep Cats, not me. "Where is Stinky," I asked the latest pretender to the Baby Paper title. "And who in the hell was he anyway? He looked familiar, kind of like some old song, and not a polka, either.

Baby, or whoever she was, didn't have any answers to the last questions, but she did insist she WAS Baby G and not Bobbie McGee (she wasn't busted flat in Baton Rouge, for sure, nor anywhere else: no tangerines on this tootsie, only grapefruit).

--seed