I don't know anything about you....but the name reminded me of the poetry of Robert Service....
The Shooting of Dan McGrew
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up
in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box
was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game,
sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love,
the lady that's known as Lou.
A rep for that!
And cripes I can't rep you again! I love that poem. Service had really cool timing with his poems.
Almost musical.
tiny....couldn't agree more. Love Service.....especially this, in The Cremation of Sam McGee:
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,
in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
and he said, Please close that door.
Its fine in here, but I greatly fear
youll let in the cold and storm--
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
its the first time Ive been warm.
The cadence had the feeling of 'The Congo,' Vachel Lindsay....