In a related incident, the father of two rental students (that is,
they started hpschd and clvchd lessons at 5 and 3, respectively,
using the afore-mentioned little single), then the State epidemio-
logist, sent to me a report on spongiform encephalopathies amongst
squirrels in southern Tennessee. Which, of course, I instantly
forwarded to a longtime client, owner of two instruments from Wm.Neil
Roberts and partner of Los Angeles (they are old friends), with whom
I regularly enjoy a "come to dinner, bring your tools" evening. Andy's
a superior cook in many stules old and new, but particularly in ways
relating to his home in western Louisiana.
Andy was immediately in touch with his Sources; I was greeted by a
lovely squirrel stew on my next visit. Atop each pile of rice was
a charmingly intact squirrel brain.
So, if my writing is wierder than usual and runs downhill off the
tracks, y'all (is that all y'all?) may assume that I'm suffering
from, ir enjoying, Mad Squirrel Disease.