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To: Jeffrey S. Mitchell who wrote (25432)	3/10/2001 12:36:45 AM
From: Bill Ulrich	Respond to of 26163

Hi Jeff, From a cursory glance at the RB board, you may only have at best, "roulette odds" of receiving a deposition intended for yourself. Many others are in the queue during any given week. It's apparently due to scheduling conflicts. "Being Jeff Mitchell" is perhaps, even more intriguing than "Being John Malkovich". Kinda strange, now that I think about it. On my daily trip to the mailroom, I now recall a small hole in the wall on the 13 1/2th floor of the FBN Corporate Headquarters, and a rum-ridden Czech charging admission to a long line of people.......................... -MrB

To: Jeffrey S. Mitchell who wrote (25432)	3/10/2001 2:13:15 AM
From: EL KABONG!!!	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 26163

Hi Jeff, I also had the thrill of seeing Danny, live and up close. The year was 1972 and the location was the Steel Pier in Atlantic City, NJ. Danny was maybe 10 years old, or thereabouts, and he was doing a teeny-bopper concert for his pre-teen fans. I just happened to be in the vicinity, with nothing better to do, and with a friend who was as curious as I was as to what a Danny B. concert might be like. He was scheduled for about an hour (hard to remember exactly), and lasted perhaps all of 15 minutes. His backup music was terrible, but that was perhaps the high point, as Danny couldn't carry a note to save his life. I'll give the kid an "A" for guts though, because he really tried to carry it off. The worst part about it was that he knew he was doing badly. Even the little kids were quickly leaving. My friend Mike and I stayed the whole 15 minutes. Mike was choking back laughter, but I really felt sorry for the kid because it was like he was being forced to do something and be somewhere, when he knew, he really knew that he would be better off elsewhere. He sounded sort of like a bullfrog singing the high, squeeky notes of a classic opera. However, for those few kids that stuck around, they did get to meet him and actually touch him, and I'm sure that just being there with a TV star was a thrill for the younger ones. As I think back on it now, Mike and I were there on the off chance that we might get to meet Susan Dey, but alas and alack, she wasn't present. Too bad... We had such a crush on her back then... KJC