(From somewhere near the floor a voice cries out.)

Pubman! Help! The world is all…Oh, wait a moment. The dratted vertical hold has gone bonkers on my reality again. No problem. Hand me a cigar and a length of rubber hose and I'll have it on line again.

"Let me bring you songs from the wood. To make you feel much better than you could know"

Ah, One more for the drum Pubman. I've a desire to sing the full length version of "Thirteen Little Red Noses and a Horse That Sweats" by Jim Stafford. It's as close to the blues as I feel right now, and the lyrics are quite easy to remember in my current state.

"I said a Yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah, No, no, no, no, no, no ."

(Slowly he rises, and makes his way to a wing back chair, where he sinks in and falls into a rhythmic snore. It has been a wild week for him after all…)

Mikal