JL: >>My mother only taught me little nursery rhymes, like "Mary Had A Little >>Lamb", etc. -- What's worse, she PLAYED that long-playing record to me, as >>she would go out.<< Which long-playing record was that? "The Ring Cycle"? Explains a lot. Jorge Bernardo Pshaw one said: "Opera is when a tenor and soprano want to make love, but are prevented from doing so by a baritone." * * * * * * Donal inquires after my reaction to "Cross The Green Mountain" by Bob Dylan. Not sure I want to see the movie "Gods And Generals", but as to Dylan and his song, well, of course, Dylan is my Pavarotti -- except that Pavarotti can sing better than God -- or could, I guess that's why God killed him. But Dylan doesn't have to sing, he can just be and I'm pleased as punch with that. "Love and Theft" is still my favorite album of his -- I think. Hard to choose. His voice has attained a kind of 'forgiving resignation' tone to it. I remember how my mother always hated it when I would play his music -- until she read an article in Ramparts Magazine (an old slick cover leftist magazine back in the early 60's to mid 70's) praising Dylan's "awful voice", claiming that Dylan resonated with the young people because they were sick of all the pretty voices that lied to them. Dylan spoke the truth in truth's ugly voice (sorry, Walter) the article proclaimed. She suddenly loved Dylan. She was such an anarchist, my mother. And a such a doctrinaire leftist. How I loved her. My Commie Mommy. I loved Dylan back then because, I think, everyone I liked loved Dylan -- but that whole era of the 60's was plethoric with talent. Recall: Beach Boys, Aretha Franklin, Credence Clearwater Rival, Jimmy Hendrix, Beatles, The Band, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Velvet Underground, Ray Charles, Tina Turner, Simon and Garfunkel, Joan Baez, Judy Collins, Patty Smith, The Who, The Kinks, Roy Orbison, and, of course, the King. There are several hundreds more, some one hit wonders, some who ploughed new ground for three decades, but for me the one who rose to the top and stayed afloat was Dylan because he was the only singer I've known who made me really listen to what his songs were saying -- and not just because I couldn't understand what the hell he was saying, but also because I felt certain that he was saying something important -- like maybe some hidden message about the Revolution? -- even I'm not that lost, I believed he was saying something I should know about life. Now I don't care so much about what he's saying, I just like the way he sounds when he says it. And now, when I sing "Maggie's Farm" to my grandchildren, I think of Dylan and realize that, hell, he's always just reminded me of me. : ) Mike Geary Memphis once the home of William Dolphin and family. I wish them well. They'll be sorry to hear that it was 98 degrees today and as humid as a shower stall. And they'll no doubt regret having missed the wind storm last Friday, named Hurricane Lisa-Marie. It left 131,000 houses without power, several thousand still don't have power. I watched it from my verandah, saw a huge limb crash to the ground, but I just yawned, I lived through Hurricane Elvis in July 2003, that was a doozie. Left over 300,000 houses without power in the middle of summer. I didn't lose power either time. Jesus love me, this I know for my electricity tells me so. Too bad, William, that you and yours couldn't have been here for the rare excitement that Memphis provides, but then you would probably just want to stay here and go into air conditioning work. Glad you're gone! And since you're gone and not going into competition, I wish you and yours well and may you prosper in your new domicile. It's not even officially summer yet but business has picked up quite a bit. Thank you, Mr. President. Keep the heat on the Republicans going full blast. I need all the work I can get.