My old friend Mick Curran, who has been my friend since he was a little Mexican boy in 1965, e-mailed me the other day to see how I was doing down here Deep in the Heart.

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I told him I couldn't complain -- I try, but no one listens -- and that things were going reasonably well in my efforts to get rid of the 50-60 pounds of ugly fat I've been lugging around.

He said he has been suffering from migraines.

I was very sympathetic. Been there, done that. I gave him the advice my doctor once gave me in dealing with those nasty headaches.

He told me that he had a sure-fire way to get rid of them. He said whenever he got a migraine, he would go home, undress, go into a dark bedroom and put his head between his wife's breasts until the headache went away.

It sounded like good advice, so I tried it.

When I saw him two weeks later, he asked me if his advice had helped at all.

"Doc," I said. "It was great. Worked like a charm. And by the way, you have a beautiful house."