 Let's see, Herb Edwards. Herb Edwards lived in West Seattle. Little apartment, neat as a pin. Herb was a logger, a working logger, and he was also a wobbly, many other things, an organizer. One Sunday, we were in one of his Tom and Jerry parties where I used to get routinely destroyed. I don't even know what's in a Tom and Jerry. I don't want to know. I just hope I never see one again as long as I live, but