I have a friend, Bill, who also was the local Coke bottler and the owner of the hotel I played. He is a major drunk, who occupies his own booth when he shows up; usually 3 times a week.

As he staggers t his booth, he says, "play my song", as he lays a $100.00 bill on my piano.

Now, the song is "Moonlight in Vermont", and I loved it each of the 104,000 time I have played it previously.

Now, when Bill comes back and asks where his song is, I tell him I played it as soon as he got to the lounge.

He thanks me profusely.

I figure he's tipped me $5900 is the last three years and I've only played that damn song once (LOL)!


Russ

Ah, drunks. Ya gotta love em. Especially the rich ones.