Marty, Marty, Marty!

No, not Marty Feldman, but it's a bit difficult to see eye-to-eye with him either. But at least he's funny, which you haven't quite managed yet.

Have no fear about my ever coming to one of your gigs. I like bluegrass, but I don't think you know the difference between bluegrass and crab grass.

Severly [sic] aged? [You still can't type for shit, eh?] No, in my case, my advanced age is known among the cognoscenti as "vintage." I'm a Historical Site; a candidate for being declared a National Treasure. That's a bit better than your problem of constituting a Local Embarrassment. Have you ever thought of becoming a remittance man ? Look it up You're certainly qualified.

Naval gazer? I live across Puget Sound from the Bremerton Naval Shipyard, but due to local topography, I can't actually see it from here, so I could hardly be regarded as a "naval gazer."

Or did you mean "navel gazer?" You really should learn how to spell – or type.

Lawrence who?

Don Firth