Questionable taste? What is questionable taste? Ah, that is the question.

At a Police Athletic League luncheon this week, attended mostly by proxy underlings of those who had paid the $75 tab, we were assailed by "God Bless America" sung by Celine Dion! I swear it took a half an hour!! "To the Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-shuns, white with foooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooam".

That was bad taste!

But two days later I enjoyed a concert by the Arrogant Worms, and their songs about Jesus's brother Bob, and about the Alligator progressively chomping away portions of people, sung a la Barney, that was in great taste. Go figure.