Though her husband often went on business trips, she hated to be left alone. "I've solved your problem," he said. "I've bought you a St. Bernard. Its name is Great Reluctance. Now, when I go away, you shall know that I am leaving you with Great Reluctance!" She hit him with a waffle iron.
I know great songwriters. Fred Neil would come up when he was in L. A. , we all used to hang out. He would sit there and sing, and we would just melt. I mean, we would go to his recording sessions.