Okaaaay....
Remember I mentioned that I seem to be on a forwarding list belonging to Biff Rose?
Well, here's one of the multudinous thngs I get from him.
Have fun.
dear biff,And I think I'm a cause for seatbelts?
it might have been 1971. i think i was pregnant with my first baby...
i don't know if you remember this or not but i have pictures of you at my house. you actually paid for a battery for my simca so we could get you to the airport!
you came out with some friends of mine to jam at a little farm near harrison city and then stayed overnight at our apartment back in the city. it was a cold snowy day when you left and you held up a notebook and said you had written a song about me. just wondering if this is in your memory bank. anyway, i have about 4 pictures of you outside my old apartment. i've always wondered where you went. glad to have found this site.
hope all is well
karen (guberman) mckee
Dear Karen...I remember the Treadway Inn in St.David's Pennsylvania...or the St.David's Inn in Treadway, Pennsylvania...that's it/but then this IS Ash Wednesday and I AM recovering from and yet another Mardi Gras...my fiftieth I guess.being from New Orleans you only remember that one time at age nine you got hit in the head with a coconut from Zulu...I blame Louie Armstrong, King of Zulu in 1949 but he was carrying a big hambone instead of a bagful of coconuts...ah new orleans !....now ..that song i wrote about you...find it...I'm looking for material for my Spring cd...Biff and Dick....we were soldiers at Ft Knox...Dick went AWOL after the last show at the Topaz Emporium....you are now a Charter Mambo of the World Wide Web Theatre where I am taking uber die welt....oder the VURLD...I have a VYFE..not a wife...a vyfe a vyfe...she inspires me.....a "never was"and "would be has been"... named "hero' hiding his real name wrote me ( on my Message Board)...a synopsis of my life the past forty years that turns me into a barroom legend down in these parts....my vyfe Susanna said, "Biff, vy do you half anyting to DO vit doze ah souls???! She's right....fortunately....I wrote a brief song only people in new orleans will "get"....the letter to the editor published today in Gambit our undergrund paper traced the last forty years.a year on Carson....playing every Main Point and Star';s on Ninth St. in Philly....return to N.O. to sell ice cream in the square..."It's either Jesus or i scream...nutty buddies...fruit bars./.popcycles...sandwiches...."...the kids yell "Nutty Buddie ! Fruit Bars" but the parents drag them into the cargedral..that mauseleum with St.Sebastian and all those arrows....but when they come out...i let them stick their heads down in my ice cream box....a tricycle with a box full of great ( and cold for July)...stuff....charge them 25 cents a half minute...and be refreshed from the summer heat...the whole story just shows how a year on Carson and selling ice cream are all equal to me....these detractors who think I should've "stayed" in Hollywoode and become a household word.....when I am a household word...I mean a Homehold word....Gooberman ain;t chopped liver, sister....peanuts maybe...
Riiiight.
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