So I'm sitting in a coffee shop in the University District with a friend of mine. The friend is black. It's a mighty chilly day and we're both bundled up pretty good. My friend is wearing a fur-lined cap with ear flaps. Very Russian looking. All it lacked was the red star with the hammer and sickle in it.

Full of envy because of the cozy warmth it embodied, I commented on it, mentioning the Russian soldier look of it.

Completely dead-pan, he says, "You've heard of a Black Russian, haven't you?"

Here, more or less, is the look, but the model is even closer than I expected to find on Google's image search:    CLICKY.

Anyway. Back to our regular broadcast. . . .

Yeah, Leeneia's right. I don't generally have that problem, but when I do, it's usually when I've consumed quantities of these substances (and I've been singing since the mid-1950s).

Don Firth

P. S. When I get an annoying tickle in my throat, Fisherman's Friend usually manages to take care of it.