Concerned In Canada,

I never learned to read music---always played by ear, As a result I developed huge calluses on my ear lobes. Since I've been hanging around hospitals too damn much in recent years, the docs decided I should have my lobes removed. If that's not some sort of lobotomy, I don't know what is. I still have a fear that M. Tyson is gonna come up behind me and bite my other ear off---calluses and all. Then I'll never be able to play again! Well, what the hell---then I'll just team up with Catspaw and go on the road hitting the story-telling festival circuit. With luck, eventually we'll get a library job (probably as janitor). Yeah, beggars can't be pickers! ("Choosers" I mean.) All kidding aside, I've been on those hospital floors with those brain surgery folks. (They often double as spinal surgeons---to maximize the profits, don't ya know.) They're nice people even if they do take the skinhead thing a bit far. "Why stop at the skin?" One guy actually said that to me. He was finally tossed off the hospital staff for indulging his "cranium fettish". I told him, "Funny, you don't look fettish!" He accused me of being anti-semantic.
! Then he said, "In the beginning there was the word!"

Tell me, people, after reading these threads lately, what the hell good are words? ;-)) ---(That's a double chin on the smily thing---they wouldn't remove those. What good are they.)

Art Thieme