One of your very favorite folkslingers, me of course, leaves his ol' guitar on the rainy sidewalk and is guzzling peppermint tea in a Tully's Coffee Shop. A third of my body is lounging in a chair, the remainder sprawled jellyfish-like upon what is supposed to be a community ottoman, shared by people in four opposing chairs. I am exhibiting the absolute worst posture the human body is capable of in my desire to take full ownership of the ottoman. If there is a chiropractor in the room, he is salivating at the potential I present.

I've never had occasion to think about it before, but I really do not care for...continued