You know how, when you go to visit an elderly relative or maybe some invalid whom you went to school with and whom you now feel duty-bound to visit, and they say "How's the music going?" with a little twinkle, all happy for you that you can write world-beating songs but also happy that no one on earth gives a shit, thus ensuring that the foul twin temptresses of Fame and Fortune won't spirit you away from them and these obligatory visits, indeed, making sure that you will never ever be free of their rapacious clutches?
Well, when that happens, you can go "Music's great, especially since I got my Podals (tm) !"
Yep, the Willy Wanka [sic] Rock-Machine Factory of Chicago is officially Podals, apparently, which I had suggested as the name for this endeavor, given the nom du rock of Po used these many long centuries by the manufacturer...
If nothing else, then, I have bequeathed this product name on the cosmos!
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