The title of a novella, “Aces and Eights,” inflicted this ear-worm on me and it’s only fair to share:
Michael Martin Murphy is good people. When we had the terrible fires in ’06 and the Feds et al wouldn’t help, he organized a benefit concert that brought in a goodly amount to help folks get through.
The song was written and released in late 1993, and didn’t get much radio time. Gee, I wonder why? I’ve been known to hum it at people pontificating about various and sundry topics.