1)  I was 6 or 7 and my mother was sick so my big sister, Debbie who was 12 and a star tennis player, would run thanksgiving.  Debbie was tasting something in the blender but the blender was on, so she cut her hand.  My Dad was scared and Liz, who was 9 or 10, and I could tell.  Anyway, we ended up at the hospital and my sister was fine, but it was the worst thanksgiving because I was so young and it was all unexpected.

2) Playing the Holiday Inn someplace in Jersey sucked pretty hard.  I got requests for patriotic songs.  I think all my stuff is patriotic, depending on your definition of a patriot.

3) The time I though I’d go out to a good dinner by myself, but a mobster didn’t like my hippie hair and tried to start a fight with me.  I ended up having tropicana orange juice from the spanish store.  But I did retain my teeth.

So this one was way better than those.