Yvette, Sarasota, Florida

Not long after I was married way back in the 1970s, my husband shook me awake in the middle of the night with a concerned look on his face. Evidently, I had been carrying on—in my sleep!—about "Jeff".

He looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Hey, who's JEFF???"

After I grumbled and cursed and hemmed and hawed a bit, I managed to open one eye and say, "He's Salty Brine's dog, you idiot!" after which I promptly rolled over and went back to sleep.

Needless to say, that man and I are no longer married.

[I'm] still pining for Jeff—and Salty's Shack—after all these years.

Posted to alt.rhode_island on Usenet, July 25, 2003. Used with permission.