I have my house pretty much torn apart, doing things to increase it's market attractiveness, so all I had for sound yesterday was the music channel on the satellite. My favorites are show tunes, but it causes a problem when I'm painting or something because I am constantly trying to identify obscure songs from obscure musicals, not that The Mucus Man is obscure.

I was listening to Trouble in River City and an odd thing occurred to me. When my father first started working, he bought art illustrations for a magazine called Captain Billy's Whizz Bang, and later, during the Depression he earned extra money by writing dime novels, which he could churn out in two or three days and for which he was paid $20 or $25. A publishing house in the Twin Cities put them out under a variety of author's names, none of which were my father's, unfortunately, so I have no way of finding any of them.

But, so far as I know, he never ran a boys' band.



TEd