HOME: The windmills of his mind.

AGE: Hovering betwixt teen-age and dirty old manhood.

PROFESSION: Undercover agentfor the Sicilian Pasta League.

HOBBIES: Taking Jenny for rides, repaving his vocal cords, trying to remember the words to “Little Latin Lupe Lu,” making comebacks, on the make.

LAST BOOK READ: The Existentialist Gospel Songbook by Billy Lee & the Rivieras.

LAST ACCOMPLISHMENT: Staying awake for two encores.

QUOTE: “Forget those young boys...try area! man!”

PROFILE: Blasting out of the Motor City like The Alien, this rock ’n’ roll hero found some Wheels and made the big time (Who else would have the nerve to name his band “Detroit”?); then went on to Colorado to study the architecture of 19th century factories. Curiosity sated, he was recalled to the Motor City for transmission overhaul, and has been sockin’ it to ’em (and sweating) ever since.

BEER: Boy Howdy!