There were a ton of entertainers in town and every Country D.J. who could con his boss into paying for his trip was in town. There were no rooms at the Inn any where near the convention. Kris did offer to pay for my room. I let him stay but diddn't charge him.
By the way Jimmy Hoffa was staying just 3 doors down. He complained to the Hotel management about the music in my room. When the hotel guy came to my room to shut me down, he found Roy Orbison was the guy singing.
Orbison had a chat with the hotel guy, he went to Hoffa's room and told him who was making the loud music.
They told Hoffa he would soon be gone but the hotel made a lot of money off the music industry. They told Hoffa they would be glad to get him a room in another Hotel.
The next morning I got onto the elevator with Hoffa and his goons. I was praying they didn't know who I was. I never let on I even knew who they were. Perhaps that is why I am still breathing.
Alright, my FRiend, now I'm thinking yer pulling my leg...MUD