Ah well, Reggie, at least it wasn't your starboard leg.

Getting back to spoons, it's too bad this thread didn't surface last week. Monday I was at my cousin's wedding (who coincidentally lost his starboard leg due to some after effects of the late unpleasantness in Vietnam) and my other cousin, i.e. the bridegroom's brother, asked me how spoons were played. Well I'd seen it done once but never seriously tried it myself. Anyway I described it as best as I could and he went to work with the plastic spoons (this was a low-budget wedding) and darned if he didn't get pretty good sounds out of them. And of course, he being him, he tried to teach every attending youngster under the age of twelve the trick. So of course when the neo-Celtic New Age singer songwriter band got up to do their thing, the clacking plastic spoons nearly drownded out their digeridoo, which is what I intially mistook their rainmaker for. Not that the rain needed any help being made.