As long as you get a bottle of bubbly and an ear full of sweet nothings...it doesn't matter what happens after.

When'd you get to be such a push over?!

And what happened to all that "I'll be shootin' up the joint" bravado?-)

BUT HEY, if ya happen to be in my neighborhood, I'll cover your back and pass the ammo when the time comes....

;-) Hope all's well in your world!

Question: how'd everything work out for your songwriter friend from New Orleans? They getting resettled?