A sad contingent of three elderly Nun's arrive at the hospital to care for and repatriate the now rapidly healing once fallen Nun Mutha Superia. Hospital staff have loaded the young Nun's suite sound system with slow Neal Young, easy jazz and soft classical sounds as the Nun's light upon Serena like Butterflies on wild flowers......

" Hello Mr. Quill we finally meet Sir. I'm Sister Fister Serena's best friend back at the Winery/Nunnery. Sooo Frisco Home boy. You took our little girl on some kind ride hey hoser? Lets go over your twisted history there Buckwheat. She hits the killer red sports car your riding and hiding every psychedelic drug known to man in! Within minutes you have her on your lap and the game is on. We hear her packing her bags and its off with the San Francisco Irish Bad Boy! Few months roll by and we retrieve our little Mutha Serena just shy of the pearly gates with rather high mileage. That about the long and short here Posh Spice?'

" Dam. Listening to you reminds me of hanging out on the Mission High School black top smoking a fat boy and watching 16 year old Tang wiggle on to school bus's. You must be from New York there Paris Hilton, are those things your hiding under that habit real or Bolt On's baby cakes? "

" I knew Serena when she was breaking hearts and bringing eye sight to the blind just walking down the street. One day we walked by the cemetery and the dead were popping up and heading for Walmart. She was so fine the Sun refused to come up until her eyes opened, girl was a man magnet. We caught her listening at the old Mutha Superiors door one night, girl was fearless hence we find her here with your ridiculous self Mr. Quill. We are preying she ain't carrying your spawn Sir. San Francisco would do well to avoid another Magnificent Beast cut out of Irish rock. "

CAPTAIN TRIPS OPINES !

Atmosphere swiftly becomes energized , lights flicker, smell of old Vermillion and Sulfur announce the arrival of the brother of the most oblique one of all the spirit of Captn Trips , Jerry Garcia.

' Hold on their Sister Fister I remember you from the early Fillmore west days, you were selling those injected acid apples weren't you sweety. Now you blow in her like Condo Rice panties in a bunch thinking your going to have my boy Quilly for lunch, wrong. You phony wanna be Nun mystic bitches spend more time munching each others carpet and recharging vibrator batteries ain't no time for saving mortal souls in that hot hen house Ophra..."

" Wrong druggy boy, I'll have you know we have been solar powered for months. Those vibrators are fueled by the Sun Sonny Boy! You leave that sad excuse for a Secretary Of State Condo out of this, she did the best she could with no talent, no vision, no insight, no plans, complete and absolute failure day one till the end. A perfect book end for George and his total failure. Least we Nun's actually help people, that dumb bitch never did anything but sit on her masters lap which Laura was aware from the get go."

" A nice rap home girly, Pigpen would have scooped you up faster then Madonna worked the Laker Locker room. Whose that I hear coming into this mortal space, that you Albert King you guitar/blues immortal, that you Stevie Ray Vaughan white boy guitar/blues killer first degree, you boys come on in Baby!"

" Hey, Quill, Dali Lama, Keith Richards, Elvis, Sinatra. Man you forgot me and Stevie Ray son. You keep that soul of yours in a match box these days Home Dog?"

" Dam, B B's blues/guitar playing legend brother, Albert King and the little man who played like a colossus Stevie Ray. Where is my new blues harp key of C, lets get to it boys.. Lets do that thing Jimmy Hyndrix, Janis Joplin and Albert did at the Frisco Fillmore called , " Blues at Sunrise ". Then we hit, " Stormy Monday " and then...."

" You are a dirty white Irish soul man General Quill, you pick up with me on the lead on this thing. We used to do this " Blues at Sunrise to calm the beasts after we kept em jumping all night long you know what I mean, you paying attention dirty white boy? We brought this one up from the bottom old school Chicago blues slow and easy and mean and mean and lean son.

" Jamming in the employees cafeteria goes on until a stuff shirt old battle axe throws a bucket of cold water on the revelry being it's a hospital and all.

" Excuse me Quill Doctor Fallon left this message for you, " Tell Quill to keep an eye on his back the Nun's Italian family has many friends in very low places Hombre'! " Whatever that means, I', afraid you all have to leave , this little party blues feast ends right now gentlemen!"

Quill and his crew pull into the Vice Presidents chopper elevator and quickly ascend to the 40 floor of the Bank America Building downtown Memphis and the flight first to New York then refuel and off across the Atlantic twin custom rubber zodiac boats rigged underneath ten 12 weight Bamboo salt fly outfits ready to throw with giant squid, sardine and bright silver bait fish feather assemblies pretty tough for voracious 80 pound plus tuna or barracuda or whatever to ignore. Time for the boys to get wet and crazy after all the drama and angst perpetuated via a take no prisoner lifestyle.....

" Man, finally a digital scan of something that looks like gold here gentlemen, At exactly 168 feet below us a pod of several dozen tuna, used to be several thousand only twenty years ago. Dam, down to dozens in this area unreal drop in population thank you Japan, Russia and your huge vacuum cleaner long range fish vacuums. You have completely destroyed the deep sea tuna industry boys its over, never to be again. Unless genetic clones can be created to go wild again? Sure anything you say young scientists with heads up your quaka's."

" Dude, your like a fundamental piscatorial menatalist Dude!!!"

" Thanks Fletcher, same to you Dude, lets drop down and get into these beasts."

" Look in about two minutes this Zodiac will be over the pod, we are rigged to drop about 100 feet of heavy lead line quick, so lets each drop into a different depth, here we go. All 12 Weight bamboo's are exactly a like so chose your stick lets go?"

" Keep an eye on the screens boys we are all down deep enough to..."

' Ok, I'm hooked up to about 60 pounds it appears, he is running for the surface time for acrobatics. Look at him big time air and that is it he throws the tippet I'm done..."

" Yep, nice try Quill. He or she was not impressed."

" Bam, I'm on now, so Quill tell this English duffer how long do I let the line roll out again, hook is set!"

" Looking good Keith, you got a shot he is about fifty pounds and running steady, if he varies speed or twists or quick turns watch the screen like a video game. Start taking back as much line as quickly as you can, If he turns under the boat your done. Let him go again and again until he is done. You got a real chance my friend, he sis slowing down more and more. Get the boat into pursuit now, we got one, or the Glimmer Twin has a nice tuna on the fly. Ohhh yeah..."

The ocean going fly action goes on until he helicopter calls down and warns Quill & crew a storm is coming up quick time to get airborn and head for Ireland via Paris next stop Hemmingway's old cafe's. ten hours's later the coast of France looms like a velvet glove beackoning and causing all chopper occvupants to smile wide and long as the French Air Force clears the landing on top of the Paris hilton Hotel. Quill run's first class even in his sea going arctic fly waders. Hotel staff are waiting with warm slippers and hot China Black Tea. The hotel Absynnian cat flies into Quill's arm's an old friend dear friend indeed....

" Ok boys lets get some rest and hang here for a day or so, no worries, time to play and get reaquainted with my invisable surreal friends and all my Irish fairies and such. Great to be close to my castle. Find out what kind of weather awaits on the northern Irish coast will you please Bellman?"

" Great to meet you again General Quill. Again your reputation has has kept us all amused and amazed Sir! Many telagrams for you, Sharon Stone, your US President, and others."

" We will need a complete feast for twenty including liqour and extra bar help until around 2am. Please open the bar and have the Chef give me a call when he finds time. Anything else boys? "

" Yeah, bring up a fresh assortment of local bakery and your own baked goods with tea for starters, you have Devon Cream and English Tea? "

" I'm sorry General Quill you have several African gentlemen waiting down in the hotel bar club , all dressed like 1940s gangsters. A Mr. Muddy Waters, Mr. Bo Diddley, Mr. Willy ( I'm the blues! ) Dixon, and I think he called hisself the Black Prince a Mr. Miles Davis. Hope I got those names right?"

Next Month: Paris welcomes immigrent prodigal son? Will down dirty Chicago Blues get it all restarted?