Dear Ed (I don't know about YOURS, but MY Guru's always Ed),


If the response to the sneeze was yours, then I am indeed truly among the blessed!

I'm glad to have you humming internally. I've not heard the song in question, though.

The late, great Charles Mingus once put out an LP called "Me Myself, An Eye", according to The Boss. I just play electric uke-bass, myself. The size of those stand-up types scares the Hell out of me!

Speaking (or at least thinking) of the lovely Meemyse, I ran into her last weekend as she was coming out Of Murray's on Live Music Night. She'd apparently gotten through with her "human g-nomic research" and had dumped that gnome Chompsky for an ex-cop with a motorcycle, some troll they call "Highway Pat".

"I guess to gnome is not to love him, after all.", I thought.

She smiled sweetly, waved, and said, "Ten-Four, Good Buddy!", and hopped on the back of his '52 "Gene Vincent Black Lightning Jr.". Then, much like that "other" famous Vincent, she turned a deaf ear on me as she deafiningly, almost definitely, roared out of my life, possibly "Van-gone" from me forever, though we are all supposed to leave here and report back to Elf Central in a few weeks for reassignment and the seemingly endless in-processing lines to wait in to clear old paperwork. I might get to catch a glimpse her while standing in one of them.

As I walked into Murray's with my heart even further broken than before, I saw that my Elven bandmates Jones and Bishop had already set up the equipment for the audition I'd talked Murray into giving us. The place was already crowded and I got to thinking about that oldie we sing about someplace we've never been assigned to in the U.S., "Kansas City". "They've got some crazy little women there, and I'm gonna get me one." Hell, looking around the room, Louisa May Alcott didn't know the half of it!

We opened with that one and did two more, and Murray said he could work us in on the next weekend before we leave town. I must've sounded good, because some cute but not very intellegent young sprite named Nottapha took an immediate interest in me. We hooked up that night, and I'm going to see her again tonight after she gets off from her job at an upscale home furnishings shop called "A Sprite Decor".

She's nothing I'd take back to meet The Boss, but young Nottapha Sprite will serve to help ease my sorrow until I have to depart from the UK. Hell, Santa probably sees me when I'm sleeping and will have a video to hold over me, but who cares.

Your packages are probably on their way already, and I'm assigned to stay around until I'm sure you have recieved them. It has been a pleasure to have been your shadow, and I'm sure it will continue to be for another week or so, living life in secret places, possibly under buildings near you.



Your Winding Downwn Scout-Elf,
Elfish Pressently