[Dixielandjazz] Kim Cusack's Commission ( Amended)

[JimDBB at aol.com]

Note*

In the message below that I recently posted, I intended to include my present 
address, in the event that there may be other unpaid commissions out there or 
other fees that are due me or if someone just wants to send me some money.  
It is:

3600 Ebner Coulee
La Crosse, WI  54601

This address is not intended for use by counterclaims or commissions and fees 
that bogus claimants my have against me...such as the times that I 
inadvertently hired two on one instrument.  The time that I mistakenly hired two 
bassists, John Bany and Wilson McKindra for a gig.  I arrived and both were already 
there, pissed and confused.  I dismissed McKindra, as he had come the farthest, 
with the assurance that I would pay him regardless.  It has just come to me 
that I never paid him.  Or the time that I had two drummers, John Faren and Ron 
Barron...that was a weird scene...........
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Several week ago I received a surprising and welcome email from Kim Cusack, 
the principle clarinetist with the Salty Dogs and other notable Traditional 
Jazz groups. I have worked a lot with Kim over the years and I know him to be 
a 
reedist of the highest order and a man of principle.

Mr Cusack was seeking my present address as he claimed that he had a 
commission that he owed to me for a gig that I had graciously turned over to 
him. I 
presented my address and offered the comment that as time had lapsed, 
certainly 
interest had accrued and the amount that he owed me would now be double the 
original amount.  Mr. Cusack saw through this brazen con immediately and 
rejected it, causing me to withdraw in shame and embarrassment.

Since this communication took place I have greeted the mail carrier everyday, 

expecting the arrival of this commission check.  Each day I beseech the 
carrier to look into his-her bag yet again but no check is forthcoming.

So, I wonder if Mr. Cusack was playing some crude Ernie Carson joke on me or 
if financial ruin may have come his way. I don't think that he stopped by 
some 
bar and drank it away or lost it at the track.  Perhaps he is cross with me 
for my clumsy attempt to jack up the size of his commission check.

And so, I retreat in befuddlement, watching for the mail carrier.

Jim Beebe