The Great American Lay

August, 1976

I know this saxophone player who is as good as any I've ever heard. He also sings like an angel. He does both for a living. Recently, I asked him to go hunting with me and he said, "I'm no good at that. I just can't get the hang of wing shooting. I score about four in skeet shooting. Don't have the eye for it or something." Fine. Can't be good at everything. He didn't feel inadequate, he didn't sit home reading The Joys of Wing Shooting in order to become a great skeet shooter. He just...