standing on a bullet holed Volkswagen, a bearded leprechaun & he's wearing a topless mafia cape-holding up some burning green stamps & he speaks out to the automobile graveyard "four score & seven beers ago" & then he say "etcetera" but his voice is drowned out by mickey mantle hitting a grand slam ... the mayor of the city, with alka seltzer, climbs down from a limousine & asks "who the hell is that leppo?" when a thousand angry tourists trample over him all donning baseball gloves & here comes the squad/ "just who the hell are you?" speaks a garbage disposal "i'm cole younger. gave my horse to the pony express. other 'n that, i'm just like you" a rousing cheer & the ball crashes thru the fire box "i work for the city. before i swat you, you'd best tell me your occupation" "i'm an actor. tomorrow & tomorrow & tomorrow lights this petty grace from blow to blow like a poor stagehand pounding fury signifying nothing. oh romeo, romeo, wherefor fart thou? pretty good huh?" "i work for the city, i'll trample you with my horse" "wanna hear some oedipus?" but beneath the underground, Blind Andy Lemon & his friend, Lip, sing rabbit foot blues in spurs & light pullover design by Chung of paris-there standing in a fish bowl & every body's throwing marbles at them ...outside, however after the tear gas disappears, we find that the leprechaun's got his hand in a bandage & his beard's gone & the mayor, we find out, is home making urgent phone calls to cardinal spellman/ it has been a long time nite & everybody has had lots of contact ... i am ready for the cradle. the desert is full of cattle sorry for not writing sooner. had to have some teeth pulled. finally read the great glaspy. helluva book just a helluva one. that cat sure tells it like it is. not much happening around here. Chucky tried to get the donkey to jump a fence. you can guess what happened there. sis got married to a real dog. i punched him out right away. that's all for now see yuh on thanxgiving Corky