Art, I am deeply honored.
Rich, here is what my depleted memory banks can reconstruct of Mark's song. After reading the words to "Clayton Boone," posted by Art above, I suspect Mark based it on that song. Tune will tell. (Sorry, Art, couldn't resist.) I wish I had an easy way of posting tunes.

HONEST AL (May not be the real title)
by Mark Graham (May not be a real person)

I was working down in Fresno, to the end of my endurance
Working for old Honest Al, who sold low-cost insurance

He'd call his wife each day at three, inquiring "What's for dinner?"
With the Cuisinart and the microwave, it always was a winner

But then one day he called his wife, and man, was it a bummer
She said she'd gone and left him for a hippie guitar strummer

"I've thrown away my high-heeled shoes, I will no longer need 'em
And bought a pair of Birkenstocks; I've never known such freedom

So goodbye to suburbia and the only life I've known
I've gone away forever - leave your message at the tone"

So Al got in his XKE, 'cause the Lincoln wouldn't handle
And went to retrieve his wifey dear and thus avoid a scandal

He drove and he drove down the interstate till he found them by the sea-O
They were chanting out their mantra, No Myo Harenge Kyo

"How could you leave your house and lawn, your bridge club and your baby
To run off in a microbus and risk a case of scabies?

I'll give to you a Betamax if you'll come home with me-O"
She shook her head and passed the pipe, and said, "Let's be a trio"

So Al put on a wide-brimmed hat, a poncho and some sandals
The three now live in Santa Cruz, quite happy making candles


Now there's a master. As far as I know, Mark and Susan are still in Seattle, but it's been a long time since I've seen them.

Aloha,
Mark