Dear Anna, Pat, & Bill - From Best of luck to you as you embark on your West Coast tour today! I wanted to come visit 'n' say goodbye, but I'm all sick in bed 'n' contagious! Instead of knitting you a germ quilt, I have written you a poem to commemorate this momentous occasion: Today you flee the best-est coast And who will miss you three the most? Not the Main Drag clerks who tweak your knobs Nor the expert stylists who clip your bobs Not the Oslo drips who charge you up Nor the salad bar clerk who fills your cup There is one person who shall miss you more Than all those living on Brooklyn's shore - And should a blizzard thwart your trail Or holy radiator render you frail Or Anna's panhandling land you in jail Or drug dealers stalk you to make a quick sale I will slip on my Saucony sneaks for speed And slice up an apple like Patrick Appleseed And be there to make all your problems disappear Or at least to take a shit under your wheel to the rear. So Powers that be, don't be a STRANGER You know that I'll be there to save you from danger! So soak up the rays with Juan and the boys and join Butchy and Fay to make posi-noise I'll be thinking of you and your beautiful sounds And how we'll soon be conquering many more towns! <3<3<3