Elton Is Everywhere

Mr. Nixon

Even though I can picture myself in a high collared spangled jumpsuit with elephant bell bottoms, I have no desire to join a Mojo Nixon tribute band and sing Elvis Is Everywhere. But I can relate to the meaning of the song if we trade the jumpsuit for an over-sized pair of outlandish glasses and a Donald Duck costume.

Let me explain in my usual roundabout way…

There was a guy I knew in New York City named Wild Jim. It wasn’t his real name, but it’s what we used to keep him separate fro...