Epigram for Friday, February 16, 2001 (courtesy of Jocko):
When bankers get together for dinner they discuss art.
When artists get
together for dinner they discuss money.
—Oscar Wilde
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On an unrelated note, do any of you ‘mos know who sings the song “Bill”? I hear it all the time on one of the local soul stations, and I’ve even seen the video, but for the life of me, I can’t recall the artist. Black woman of a certain age, looks kinda like Della Reese with a gin hangover, singing about finding her hubby in the arms of another man… I’ll paraphrase the refrain:
I was ready
for Betty,
Susan, Mary, or Ann,
but all the time
it was Bill
sleepin’ with my man.
Anyone? …Bueller? …Bueller? …Bueller?
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