Alice Cooper turned 63 today. Good for him. I don't think he realized he would be peddling the same goods after all this time. I hazily recall the time that the illustrious Mr. Cooper entered into a yodeling contest with the equally illustrious, if somewhat less internationally-famous, Paul Brockett in New London. Man, that was a night, even if it is confabulated.
Well, we wish many more happy birthdays to Mr. Cooper who has brought us so much pleasure over the years. In a past life, I made carpets for a living and knew someone who sold Mr. Cooper the carpet for his Greenwich, CT mansion. Small world.
Cheers, Alice.
WK
PS: In Italian, the word alice (pronounced "a-LEECH-ay") means sardines.
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