Sam loved to cook. We used to plan who we would invite to our dinner party when we were famous, and finally living in a house that was big enough for the both of us. Keith Richards was always invited, and Jeff Beck, as well as any surviving Beatles.
The rest was mayhem.
Dr. Ruth, Tammy Faye, Rosie and Donald, Dolly Parton, Johnny Cash, Jimmy Carter, ZZ Top, Wayne Newton, Neils: Diamond and Young and a host of other interesting souls sat at our table. We even had a dinner party in purgatory because, according to Sam, that was where all the coolest cats hung out.
I had to veto Lucinda Williams.
"You do not have to be jealous of Lucinda Williams!" said Sam.
"Still," I said, "She is not coming and that is final!"
