What a disturbing sight this would be; the man's upper torso and face totally saturated with white powder and chunks of chalk. Streams of blood zig zagging its way down his face, clumping in spots, the red blood contrasting with the white powder.  Ken Patera would look like he was wearing a hellish mask right out of "The Night of The Living Dead."

Gagne said that my idea was better, but Patera responded with,"I've never done a blade job."  All of us agreed that this was not the time to learn, so I offered to cut his head for him. Ken leaned back in his chair as I was staring at his virgin forehead.

Two heart beats later he smiled and said,"Superstar, if you don't mind, I think I'll take a pass on that one."

We all had a good laugh and closed the meeting.