I just came back to the office after running a few quick errands. As I was locking my bike, a guy tapped my shoulder.
“Smokin’ Joe deVilla!” he said. “I saw you at the comedy show on Tuesday and loved your act. You’re on again soon, I hope?”
“Next month, I think,” I replied. “Thanks! Glad you like the show!”
I’m grateful for the compliment, but I hope they stop billing me with that stage name before it’s too late. After all, how long did it take for John Cougar to go back to John Mellencamp?