I told Ya'll I was his Idol
Here we go, I write that beautiful song Deano with my wife singing backup and
playing the penny whistle and my grandson on the ukulele AND sing it for him live
AND let him share in all the profits when it shoots to top of the charts. So what
does he do, writes that lame little poem about Pucket. I'm sure it won't be long before
he'll be contacting Pam and Jonah of THE POTTERS 3 to help him set it to music.
Once again, a feeble attempt to have some of my talent rub off on him, just like
softball, bronc bustin, ( a dangerous life threatening position he put me in with
OLD GREY) pool,golf and on and on,but as usual I'll let him ride my coat tails to
stardom.
jack
P.S. Keep those self address envelopes coming