I awoke Saturday morning to the news that the legendary Little Richard had slipped off to that final venue. And wherever he’s playing now—THE BOREDOM IS OVER! I can remember back in 56 my mom, dad and siblings stared in disbelief at our clunky television as Richard howled out “Slippin and Slidin” while pounding on the piano like he’d been electrocuted. My mother declared :”God almighty if he doesn’t shake himself to death, the screaming will destroy everyone’s ears”. My dad just rolled on the floor howling with laughter. And for better than a week would announce his return home in the evenings with a high pitched “whhoooooo”. “Rest in peace?” No way in hell!