Last month, Country-Western singer-turned Mystery-writer Kinky Firedman was
performing at The Bottom Line, a club in New York City. Word has it that, at
one point in the evening, he was chatting with the audience, as he often does.
"It's nice to see so many young ladies here tonight," he told the crowd.
"Although I don't have the same affect on them as I did when I was younger."
Laughter and applause from the crowd.
He continued, "Although, every now and then, I do make the young ladies cry.
In fact, earlier this evening, at a book signing at a Barnes & Noble, I made
a pretty young blonde lady cry."
"Of course she couldn't have been more than three years old."
This story was relayed by a professor at Brooklyn Technical College to
Cynthia Liss, who, along with the professor, is a Kinky Friedman fan.
Cynthia, also known as Grandma, said, "Well, you know who that young girl
was? That was my granddaughter, Jolee."
Yes, it's true, a man named Kinky made Jolee cry, but not very much, and the
whole family was present. Shayna didn't cry. Melanie didn't cry. Bill didn't
cry. And Jolee only cried a little. She's just not used to seeing Jewish
cowboys in the city. I think she enjoyed the reading though.
