Every time I hear the great ballad "The Flying Cloud", I hear it the way a fine balladsinger sang it when he got flustered 'cause a nutsy patron of a folk club chose that moment, in a totally quiet room, to get up, gather her things noisily, and stomp out of the club---Somebody Else's Troubles in Chicago.

I won't say who it was, but the line: "We'll hoist the pirate flag aloft" came out "We'll hoist the pilot frog aloft". I always smile to myself when I hear that song---just like I always smile when the good people of Minnesota say, "You Betcha"

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