As folksinger, songwriters and general practioners or observers of folk arts and folk ways it is frequently our job to ponder and, at times, attempt to answer the Eternal Questions.

What is the meaning of life?

Is there a purpose to pain, suffering and death?

Did Jimmy Buffet ever pay the mini-mart back?

Where's the cream filling?

If, indeed, it is better to light a candle why is cursing the dakness so much fun?

How much wood COULD a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

And, most importantly...

Why are folksingers such MERCILESS punsters?