Several years ago I ran across a Bluesman named Weepin' Willy. About 75 years old, Willy hobbled shakily to the stage, his cane apparently the only thing holding him up; but once he reached the microphone it was like Frankenstein's monster being hit by lighting! The man came alive! An awesome performance! An awsome performer !

At that time I was suffering from a blocked tear duct. Tears would build up and, unable to drain, would dribble sadly down my cheek. A kindly doctor eventually punched me a new drainhole, and everything is fine today; but after seeing Weepin' Willy I decided to become WeepyWhiteDavy.

This is what became of Weepin' Willy Robinson:

http://www.mountpleasanthome.org/n&e/events/willie.htm