I take David Allan Coe's taunt in "Longhaired Redneck"--"I can sing you any song Hank Williams ever wrote"--as a challenge, a program for self-improvement. I hope, someday, to be able to sing you any song Hank Williams ever wrote.

I likely will not strive to be able to sing you any song David Allan Coe ever wrote, though I sometimes catch myself humming some of "those" songs despite my best intentions. Then I shower.

Once bitten, twice shy, yes, but: nothing ventured, nothing gained.

What I just said to Ereck: "It's all about the clubfoot neonates."