Art should be buried in Cleveland, and then 35 years from now he should be dug up, dragged and dumped in Baltimore.
Apparently, since his bags were packed and he was ready to go, he left — but, as it turns out, it was not on a jet plane, but in an experimental, two-seater, single-engine job. Still, it seems safe to say that he does not know when he'll be back again, and that babe, he hated to go.
(d) October 12th, 1997