Date:         Fri, 14 Mar 1997 10:35:34 -0500
From: Catherine Berchtold <bercht@PIPELINE.COM>
Subject:      INT: Hillbilly Haven

The sun ricocheted off the stranger's bright-white name tag as
he stood in the middle of town square.  His pants were chocolate
polyester and his shirt was brown and white checked.  Oh yes,
he was a snazzy dresser.  The envy of every man around and
the swooner of every woman.

He cleared this throat and shouted, "I'm the new stranger in town
but some of you might have heard of me.  I am the grilled onions
manager at one of the finest dinning restaurants in the area, White
Castle.  I'm known as far up north as Michigan.  I'm the Castle King
and I aim to find me a woman."