“You ever meet Lady Gogo?” “Gaga, Bob.” “Goo goo, Trot. Anyway, she’s a little bitty thing. Might be an elf.” “I don’t think Lady Gaga’s an elf. She’s from New Jersey.” “Ah, well, yeah. That’s where the elf community settled after the war. Mostly around Teaneck.” “How about that.” “But, you know, I don’t judge.” … Continue reading That’s No Lady, That’s My Gaga