This is the story/song I remember most vividly: Mississippi Squirrel Revival By Ray Stevens When I was a kid I'd take a trip, every summer down to Mississip' To visit my Grannie in her antebellum world. I'd run barefoot all day long, climbing trees as free as a song And then, one day I happened to catch myself a squirrel. Well, I stuffed him down in an ol' shoe box, and punched a couple of holes in the top And when Sunday came along, I snuck him into church. I was sitting way back in the very last pew, showing him to my good buddy Hugh When that squirrel got loose and went totally berserk! What happened next is hard to tell, some thought it was heaven others thought it was hell But the fact that something was among us was plain to see As the choir sang "I Surrender All", the squirrel ran up Harv Newman's coveralls Harv leaped to his feet and said "Somethings got a hold on me!" The day the squirrel went berserk, in the First Self Righteous Church, In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula. It was a fight for survival, that broke out in revival They were jumping pews and shouting "Hallelujah" Well, Harv hit the aisles a-dancing and a-screaming Some thought he had religion, others thought he had a demon, And Harv thought he had a "Weed-Eater" loose in his "Fruit-of-the Looms" He fell to his knees to plead and beg, and the squirrel ran out of his britches leg Unobserved to the other side of the room. All the way down to the "Amen" pew where sat Sister Bertha better than you Who'd been watching all the commotion with sadistic glee. Oh, you should have seen the look in her eyes, When that squirrel jumped her garters and crossed her thighs She jumped to her feet and said "LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME!" As the squirrel made laps inside her dress She began to cry and then to confess To sins that would make a sailor blush with shame. She told of gossip and church dessension But the thing that got the most attention Was when she talked about her love life AND STARTED NAMING NAMES ! The day the squirrel went berserk, in the First Self Righteous Church, In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula. It was a fight for survival, that broke out in revival They were jumping pews and shouting "Hallelujah" Well, seven deacons and the pastor got saved And twenty-five thousand dollars got raised And Fifty volunteered for missions in the Congo on the spot! And even without an invitation, there were at least five hundred rededications And we all got rebaptized whether we needed it or not Now, you've heard the Bible story I guess, How He parted the waters so Moses could pass. Oh, The miracles God has wrought in this old world But the one I'll remember till my dying day Is how He put that church back on the narrow way With a half crazed Mississippi Squirrel. The day the squirrel went berserk, in the First Self Righteous Church, In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula. It was a fight for survival, that broke out in revival They were jumping pews and shouting "Hallelujah" The day the squirrel went berserk, in the First Self Righteous Church, In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula. It was a fight for survival, that broke out in revival They were jumping pews and shouting "Hallelujah"

I was one of the lucky ones that got to meet Dottie in person. She was a RIOT for sure. Loved her stories. :) here is one: Dottie's Bathcapade Sat, Jun 10, 2000 : I have a nice big tub but no shower. Now usually I sit on the side of the tub and take a sponge bath but I had a hankering for an old fashioned sit down in the tub bath and figured since both of my GS's are here, if I got stuck they could pull me out. Wrong again! Now I know why I didn't post to the one about your most embarrassing moment...it was because it hadn't happened yet...until today. I managed to get down in the tub by sitting on the end and sliding down into it. Then I threw a towel over me and called David in to pull the lever up to hold the water in and turn the water on. Okay, the tub gets full so I yell and he comes back and turns the water off for me. I soak, and soak and scrub and scrub and I smell so nice and squeaky clean so I yell for David, throw a towel across me and he comes in and lets the water out for me. I'm all set now, right? but wait, I can't get out of the tub. So, I call David back in and ask if he thinks he can pull me up. Says he can IF I can brace my feet and push. I couldn't. The tub was too wet. All I did was slide my butt around and fart. Then I get both of the boys in there but Shane was about as much use as the puddle of water squishing around under my butt. Next, I had David pull 18 towels out of the cabinet and sit them side by side down the tub in two rows thinking I could push my feet on them and get some leverage. That didn't work either. All it did was get all of the towels wet because the faucet drips. I ask David if it would embarrass him to see me naked and he said not as much as it would to have the fire department come out here (which I had already mentioned). So, I throw off the towel, he closes his eyes and tries again. No luck again. So, I have no choice but to call 911. Neither of the boys would do it because they were laughing too hard so I had them stretch the phone into the bathroom and I did it myself. Here come the sirens and there I sit with a towel draped over my lucious bod. I don't want to hear any more complaining and how you look in a bathing suit because no matter how bad it is, it can't be any worse than me sitting in the tub with NOTHING but a towel draped over me which I already know is going to have to come off. Here comes three guys walking in the bathroom, three of which are total strangers to me, and the first one says, "Okay, just what is the problem? Are you stuck in the tub or just can't get out?" I said, "I have heart problems and can't lift my own weight and the boys aren't strong enough to pull me up". He says, "That's no problem. If we can get you stood up and out of the tub, can you walk?" Walk? I could run and hide in the closet if I could get out of the tub!! So, one gets ahold under one arm and the other gets ahold of my other hand and ZIP, there I am standing stark naked in the bathtub. I rather testily said, "I can get out by myself but thank you for helping me". He just grinned and said, "well, we'll wait out in the hallway in case you're too weak to walk or anything". Now, all of my towels are wet, they had removed my clothing from the bathroom floor so I have to wrap a wet towel around me and show up in the hallway before they'll leave. They leave and here comes the landlady..."What's the matter? I saw an amublance down here". I said, "Are you sure you really want to know?" and she said she did so I told her. After she quit rolling around on the floor and telling me I should have called her so she could bring down her camcorder and we could have won $10,000 on Worlds Funniest Home Video's, she called her MIL who actually owns the place and told her she needed to get a shower hookup in here for me and ASAP. Said it would be installed by next weekend. In the meantime, if I absolutely HAVE to sit down in the tub again, call her and her hubby and they'll rescue me. I told her she'd better get a good whiff of me while I still smell like I just took a bath because I won't be taking another one until the shower is installed. She sniffed and left. Now it's just me and the boys and everytime I look at them, they look at each other and snort trying not to laugh. They're smarter than I thought! Dottie

There are - or have been - adult versions of these books. I have one called "Fame and Fortune" which is a bit outdated now, but in it, you are a young man called Tim Tryer who comes to London to live and work. Depending on your adventures, you could become a journalist, a chat-show host, a night-club owner, a politician, a young man with a serious drugs problem, the toy-boy of a rich woman - you get the idea! It was quite imaginative and good fun.

LSD was patented as a psychiatric drug in the late forties. Allen Ginsberg was one of his early disciples. He asked to join in the Harvard research in 1960. It wasn't until 1963 when the patent expired. Leary started advocating its use around the time. The drug was legal in the US until 1968. I have never heard of any reference to it being stored in fat cells. As far as I know they have never been able to determine why some people have flashbacks and others don't. There are people who experience flashbacks after a single hit and those that never have flashbacks after hundred of hits. Yes those people did exist. Personally I never became a fan. It was interesting but I am too much of a "control freak" to do drugs or alcohol to escape day to day realities. Drugs were plentiful in my coming of age years and I tried many. But I was never much of an escapist, personality wise, I guess. The only addiction I ever had, and it was a bad one was to cigarettes. I finally broke the habit 42 years ago and never looked back. I didn't want my children to smoke. I had my last cigarette on the way to the hospital to give birth to my DD.