STORIES
The Meaning of Aaahk!  My friend Jimmy, who is a resident at the
local state supported living center, told me that his friend Bosco gave
the weather forecast each day.  I knew that Bosco had never learned
to speak, so I asked Jimmy, "What did he say?"  The response:  Aaahk!
The Meaning of Aaahk!  My friend Jimmy, who is a resident at the
local state supported living center, told me that his friend Bosco gave
the weather forecast each day.  I knew that Bosco had never learned
to speak, so I asked Jimmy, "What did he say?"  The response:  Aaahk!
The Meaning of Aaahk!  My friend Jimmy, who is a resident at the
local state supported living center, told me that his friend Bosco gave
the weather forecast each day.  I knew that Bosco had never learned
to speak, so I asked Jimmy, "What did he say?"  The response:  Aaahk!
No room!  The Christmas Pageant at the State School is always a
big event.  The three innkeepers have one line to say as Mary and
Joseph knock on their door.  The line is "No room!"  One year the
first innkeeper, just trying to be helpful, listened for the knock and
then opened the door to say "Come on in!"
What's in a name?  From time to time my nurse and I visited
the local
Cotton Patch restaurant.  Where did they get this
name?  Do they not know that cotton grows in fields - not
patches.  You can have a patch of carrots or onions - but not
cotton.
A strange situation: Late in the twenties Broadway composers
Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart wrote a musical called
Betsy.  It had a short run, because the Stock Market crashed a
few weeks later. Another interesting fact is that the hit song of
the musical was not written by Rodgers
and Hart but by Irving
Berlin.  Hart was a millionaire drunk who lived on the streets.
Whenever Rodgers wanted to write a song with him, he would
have send someone out to find him. They needed a hit song
and didn't have time to go looking for Hart, so Rodgers hired
Irving Berlin to write the song.  No one remembers
Betsy, but a
lot of folks know the song that Berlin wrote.  It is called
Blue
Skies
.
They are listening: I had some suction cup handles in my
shower that kept coming loose.  I said "The next one that
comes loose will be replaced!! They held longer than ever
before.
Animals also listen: Aunt Catherine kept a cat that
belonged to the neighbor across the street.  When the cat
heard me discussing putting Catherine in assisted living, it
went back home.
This is his name:  There was a time when I visited folks
who had purchased an electronic organ. It was my job to
provide basic instruction about how to use the instrument.  
The guy in this one home, whose wife was absolutely
gorgeous, always wanted everything in its proper place.  If I
moved a vase to accommodate some music, he always
wanted it put back in place immediately afterward.  He
was compulsive about everything being just so. He had the
perfect name:
Clarence Clutter
Mister Joe on tour: There was a Minnesota band called
Firewood Revival that came through Denton in about
2002.  I played some songs with them and we got along
well.  In 2003 I invited myself to tour with them in
Minnesota.  I do not remember all of the cities we played
in, but we usually just did small bars that liked free music.  
A relative of one of the band members owned a farm in
the northern part of the state where we spent some
nights.  On the farm was a single channel creek (20 feet
wide) flowing north that was labeled “Mississippi River”.  It
was the headwaters.  On my own I visited Hibbing,
(boyhood home of Bob Dylan), Duluth, (where the guy from
the group home that followed me introduced himself as
"Mr. Moron"), and Ames, Iowa (where the manager had me
play his old out of tune acoustic piano, because "he liked
the sound").
Redbud Theatre - 2003: That's the year my friend Les
Huey (bassist) and I performed in the TWU production of
Radio Gals in the old Redbud Theatre on Bell Avenue.  It
was about broadcast radio in the early days when
everything was live.  We were both dressed as women.  
I just looked like an old guy in a dress.  Les really looked
like an old woman – so much so that his girlfriend took
him to a party in that garb and introduced him as a
“friend”. It was awhile before anyone realized it was
Les, whom they knew.  In a side section of the theatre
was a broadcast studio for public radio station KDTN.  
The folks in control had no interest in developing the
station.  It was transferred to KERA in Dallas and then
sold to a religious organization known as Daystar.  
Wikipedia says the station was located at UNT, where
there is an active school of broadcast journalism but no
broadcast transmitter, but I am pretty sure that what I
saw in the old Redbud Theatre was the original location
of KDTN.
One I don't like to tell: In the eighties I shared an
apartment with a man whose name I do not remember.  I
needed someone to help me pay the rent.  He was a
mild-mannered bachelor - a schoolteacher who seemed
like a perfect candidate.  On purpose I did not ask him too
many questions, because I wanted him to stay.  One
evening he did not come home.  At first I didn't think much
about it, since it is not unusual for one to spend a night or
two away from home. After a week with no contact I
notified the police that he was missing. After about a
month I got a call telling me that they had found him in his
car in a remote area.  He had blown his head off with a
shotgun. As a veteran he was buried in Arlington National
Cemetery.  The family came to pick up his belongings and
said that he had been suffering from severe depression. I
might have been able to help him, but I will never know
the answer to this question.