There’s a new one now, but the Letter to Elvis Presley From His Hound Dog and the Memo to the Sultans of Swing, From Their Booking Agent are both way better.
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The Ghosts of Wednesday Night
I sat down in a local watering hole Wednesday night, just killing time. I had cabin fever (which is much different than the boogie woogie flu), so it was a good idea to get up, get out, and find out what was happening. As it turned out, plenty did. A near-empty bar, a Christmas classic, Lionel Richie, and Miami Vice? I think I took a ride with the ghost of Christmas Strange.