Mick,

Then we'll just sit & drink.

Truth is, that was a tall tale (albeit reworked a bit tonight to fit this thread) I submitted to Emily Friedman, esteemed editor of COME FOR TO SING MAGAZINE in Chicago, as my column for a 1979 (I think) issue of that distinguished rag---designed (hopefully) to "get a rise out o' her", as she wasn't speaking to me back then 'cause of a spat we had over some silly thing or other. I think that went on for a year---maybe two--and the stuff I wrote got more and and more outrageous until Emily, a good friend now for sure (I think), put her personal disclaimers at the end of all my columns.

It's also true that hauling it out o' mothballs and posting it is graphic proof that I've got way too much time on my hands lately.

Art