Oh heavens above Amos, you've just got to come. We haven't had any music in Quite That Style since the late and well loved Dave Olive, in his persona as Blind Harry Palms, sang "Ba-ba-ba-ba-Ba-Bar-Bree Allen"

I'm still trying to think of something bad enough to say to Bobert in retaliation for his comment about "old folkies from the D.C. Folk Society" but alas nothing comes to mind that I can post here.... I would threaten not to drive out to the country for any more visits to his charming, comfortable home with all the bird feeders and the gorgeous garden, chat with P-vine (sorry Eve) and get fed any more delicious dinners, but ... somehow that just doesn't cut it.