Well danged, how about folks who tell ya to get "back on yer meds" or ya got "too much time on yer hands", like my pal Dougie? Heck, I'm on my meds, thank youvery much! And as fir time? I ain't got none. Between the P-Vine's endless "honey-do" list, remodeling my house, runnng a coffee house music series, playing music and sitting on not one, but two, danged *blue-haired-old-lady* committtees in Leesburg, I ain't got no time! None!

But worser than than, what really gripes me is that ya can't hear no decent music on the radio anymore unless it's thru the pudder! Nope, the air waves ain't worth the surfin'. Might as well throw that danged radios in the trash. And television ain't far behind...

Makes me madder than Lester Maddox in a Freedom March...

No. Ahhhh, that would be stupid, Bobert!

Okay, makes me madder than Don Rumsfeld with laryngitis! Yep, that works...

Bobert