"I...I just don't know what I'm going to do...my wife won't talk to me, my kids are...it's like I'm from another planet. My business affairs are in a complete mess, and I haven't heard from my agent in 3 months! The last thing I heard he had taken up Zen or something like that and he wasn't taking any calls even from his mother! I can't imagine how a man can get himself into a state like that. Do you think I would refuse a call from my own mother??? I mean, there are times, of course, when I might put my mother on hold, but I would be bound to get back to her eventually. I'm not a total schmuck, after all. I just don't know what's wrong with people these days. This guy I've known for years...years I tell you...he comes up to me the other day and says "Jeet?" What the hell is that supposed to mean? If you want to talk to me use English, for God's sake! This is New York City, not Somaliland. On top of all that, my analyst has now decided that I am "seriously disturbed"...those were his very words..."seriously disturbed". Well, of course I'm seriously disturbed! He has consumed at least $250,000 of my hard-earned salary in the last 5 years, and I have nothing to show for it! In fact, I believe I'm less emotionally healthy now than I was at the beginning of the whole thing. I am thinking about suing him for malpractice. He has devastated my bank account, ruined my intimate relationships, and turned my life into low comedy. His kind should be exterminated at birth in the interests of maintaining some semblance of cultural integrity in this country...."

Oh, sorry...I thought it was a tribute to Woody Allen.

Lonesome EJ - beautiful story that captures the very spirit of Guthrie. Bravo!

We have a town not far south of Orillia, Ontario that is named Guthrie. It's a very small place on the highway, a hamlet, I guess you would say.

I also spent the earliest part of my life (to age 10) living at a crossroads called "Zimmerman" in southern Ontario near Milton. How about that, eh?

LH