I was sitting around today, as usual, waiting for the phone to ring -- and it did!
I picked up the receiver and heard a very familiar voice say, "Is this Bob? This is Joni Mitchell calling." Well, I practically fell down under the weight of the full range of emotions any one of us would feel getting a phone call from Herself. Somehow I managed to mumble that I was indeed myself and she had the right number. "I just wanted to tell you that I am a great admirer of your work," she said. Now, when I started the Joni in Fiction project with Les and Lori, I always dreamed that something like this would happen, but really . . . Joni saying that *she's* a great admirer of *my* work? Too much! So I blurted out something about how much I love her and her work and how honored I was to hear from her. So I asked her what she liked best about Joni in Fiction. "Joni in Fiction," she said. "What the hell is that? Is this Bob Muller, the Covers King?" Although I was shocked and saddened ay this case of mistaken Bob M-identity, I was able to tell Joni that Bob Muller had died alone and broke quite some time ago, but that I was hale and hearty and happy to talk to her. "See ya later," she croaked. "And April Fools Day."
