My now-pregnant daughter found out about Santa because I failed to adequately hide my copy of Unka Shelby's ABZs. A real genius. Also wrote most of the lyrics for Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show. (Only 16, Penecillin Penny, I Got Stoned and I Missed It...)

Now there's a poet: deep and moving when he wants to be, but mostly crass and earthy and rude and very, very funny. And always manages to arrange it so that the exactly right word happens to sound perfect.

Somehow, I think I am better able to face life because of having read and heard his poetry.