What the hell does that mean? It’s a lyric from “Greedy Fly” by Bush. I like Bush. I have about four or five of their songs in my noPod for the gym. Um… I really have absolutely nothing to write about. I could write “the rest of the story” in response to Jeff’s June 2 treatise on the Tar Hut years, but suffice to say our collective thoughts about what would happen at Herb’s house in order for us to get money from him were basically homophobic in nature and involved gay sailors. The whole Herb pool thing was whipped up into something like this. We were, and remain, simpletons.