Ed, I’m the guy who called in about Katrina, and elicited the response from Wind Tunnel, who said I didn’t have any compassion. The compassion stopped about a year ago. If you can get hundreds of people together to have barbecues and toot their horns and tubas, playing “When The Saints Come Marchin’ In,” these same 100 can pick up shovels to clean their streets, gut their houses, and do whatever they have to do to get things moving. That’s what I was talking about. Pass it on to Wind Tunnel.

Windbag

Boy, you’ve summed up the whole thing with such poignance. It’s so simple. We blame the whole tragedy on Dixieland jazz. If every jolly musician would just cut out that incessant tooting and instead throw a few sandbags, the world would be a better place.—Ed. Note