Richard Johnston & The Foothill Stompers are at the Flying Saucer tonight. And now I must go. As always, I really don t care what you do this week, because I don t even know you, and unless you can get someone to make a full-length feature film based on the television commercial in which the woman is at the spa all wrapped in mud and seaweed and is suddenly struck with an attack of diarrhea, I feel certain I don t want to meet you. Besides, it s time for me to blow this dive and go see if Martha has a show planned in which she uses Osama to demonstrate how to remove the beard from a mussel before steaming it.
—T.S.
