Authors Den: The word on the street is that you have dropped completely out of society. Is there any truth to this rumor?

Elmer: Ahm afwaid so. We couldn't take the urban insanity any longer. We are moving to Hooterville aka Spicewood,TX, aka The Skunk Capital of the World.

AD: The Skunk Capital of the World?

Elmer: I've sniffed the unpleasant aroma more times in the last year in this locale than I have all the rest of my life everywhere else. Peppy LePew must be a big fan of this climate, but I still think it's a more pleasant place to live than Austin.

AD: What's on the horizon for you in Skunkville?

Elmer: By the time the dust settles on the humongous moving operation involved, I plan to increase my newsletter activity. The name The Spicewood Skunk rings in my ears. A country chock full of right-wing war-mongerers needs a little humor and muckraking to balance things out.

AD: Are you working on any future books?

Elmer: I would still like to tell the story about the Honda 50 that ate America back in the wonderful Sixties before we had the gall to elect an actor president. A book about the history of progressive rock is also a possibility, but I don't expect to spend much time on either project for a while yet. Miss Pamela and I desperately need to clean up our act. Our lives together have been extremely too busy and cluttered. We need to relax on the lake for a while.

AD: Do you have any final words for us today?

Elmer: Ditch your SUV. Leave your duct tape in the tool box. Support Ralph Nader. Quit watching commercials. Stop believing the news. Distrust everything the right wing says. Get out of the stock market. The war is about oil. Our butthead president does not care if he starts World War III: he cares only that we do not see the corporations robbing us blind.