If any of those people who were at the Antique Sandwich Co. in Tacoma, Washington, some time in the 1980s (probably after 1985)—particularly that guy, another folk singer on the "open mike" roster that night who seemed to be digging my songs Grass and Dang Dang Daddio—are still alive and happen to stumble across this blog, they might remember my title as a line in my song (Grass). Consider how astronomically implausible it would be, 1) to stumble on this blog in the first place, then 2) actually remember me, let alone my song, let alone one of the lines from that song...!!!
