Harry recalls...

About 22 years ago, a bunch of us spent a few days in Montauk. On the second day, Farquar, guitar in hand, broke into song, with lyrics that contained off color remarks about one of us, someone near and dear to my heart, but not in the room. As my anger grew throughout the day, I came upon a mature solution. That night I challenged the offender to a game of punch for punch, in the arm of course, as our careers were based primarily on our good looks. With one mighty blow, he yelped "I give up!" and all was forgiven.