Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing? “I thought you were dead.” Hurricane missed us. Barely even squalled. “Well, uh, that’s good, I suppose.” Thank you for the endorsement. “Just saying that if you had died, then Phil could have used your back.” You can’t transplant a back. “Not with your insurance plan, no, but Phil’s got Cadillac coverage.” … Continue reading If You’re Named Bill, You Get To Play The Drums