There was some confusion in our house last evening. I brought home an Ian Hunter album and was listening to it while I finished cleaning up the dishes from dinner. Laura came downstairs and asked, “Why on Earth are you listening to John Cougar?”
“I’m not,” I insisted, a little embarrassed, because you know, John Cougar. “Well then play that last song again,” she said, and that’s when we discovered that John Cougar owes Ian Hunter an apology.