The blues are terse.
Memphis Earlene thinks people talk too much about their private business.
JP: I confess I automatically assumed you were black.
Memphis Earlene: I’m bluish. Like the color of my skin, in case you haven’t noticed.
JP: What kind of ethnicity is bluish? Where are your people from?
Memphis Earlene: Same place as yours. Sometimes it was called Poland, sometimes Russia. Before there even was a Russia or Poland we were there.
JP: Are you, perchance Jewish?
Memphis Earlene: No way. We loved pork barbecue too much to give it up. We thought monotheism was a dumb idea. One god couldn’t make a world this messed up all by himself. For that you need a committee.