...IN HIS VARIOUS INCARNATIONS after his fatal crash on the Illinois Central Railroad (on a Mississippi track). Was there, as the representative of the railroad insisted there had been, at the inquest, a flagman on the track, or signal flares? The eagle-eyed Casey saw neither, that fateful night in May, 1900. Well, poor Casey. An artist with the steam locomotive. Designed and built his own whistles, installed them too. Attained record high speeds. Saved lives even before the collision, in which the only death was his. Well, sir, that is but ONE of the multitudinous topics touched upon in this lengthy, rambling salon. With Puzzling Evidence at first and Jett, newly returned, all the way. All the while we battle the Disco Reptilians and their emanations... A live number! Someday, maybe we can do something about the club music blasting through the thin, papery walls or the roar of the smoking, restless, loud-yakking crowd pressed right up against the glass...