One day whilst I was in Las Vegas the phone rang. It was The TB. He had summoned me for a day of food and beverages. As he drove up to pick me up in his H2 Hummer, the traffic parted and made way for him. Wow, I thought, this guy must be a big deal. We stopped at the local hippy food store and everything he wanted was on sale! Then we went to the liquor store and the guy was nice enough to push our CART full of booze out to the Hummer. This is amazing. We went to his house cooked and ate like kings, drinking enough to float a small battleship, and leaving a helluva mess. His wife came home and just smiled! She even gave me a ride back to the strip. This man has a gift. Not to mention that he played the guitar like the guy in the Devil Went Down To Georgia. I know that that was The TB not Johnny. I saw the golden fiddle! Now I know why he is known as The TB. Post your stories of The TB.