an album entitled Patchwork Girl with his former band, and I'd like to think that he called it that for a reason. The reason was surely that he knew he'd marry someone someday, and that she'd get a mule, and that that mule would shed unevenly, and that the mule would leave his mistress covered in fur pancakes after every grooming from April through June. I am a patchwork mule, and even though I am male I do like to think of this ska record as a tribute . . . a tribute to me, Fenway Bartholomule. Thanks, FarmHusband! thanks, Johnny Too Bad and the Strikeouts! I'm humbled, and I'm grateful.
Ears, sleek and shaggy, to you.