Andy Kaufman In Concert!!In a smoky bar somewhere in the back alleys of Trenton, New Jersey, Chad Collins Charlestown had agreed to join an open mic for the night. While he hadn’t planned on it, Chad wound up joining because he was originally there to meet a blind date, and the girl never showed up. After a few drinks alone at the bar, Chad started up a conversation with a man who sat down next to him… out of all the 20 plus empty chairs around the bar.!!He asked him if he was waiting for someone too. The man said yes, that he was waiting for God. He followed with a confession that he could be waiting for the devil, too, just whomever was at the end of the tunnel. Chad appreciated his honesty and they ordered another drink.!!The stranger introduced himself, though decided not to give a name. Instead he let Chad know that he planned to participate in an open mic that night which began in one half hour. Chad let him know that he too was a musician, and asked what type of song he planned to perform. As the anonymous man began to explain his plan… something about odes to different animals, Chad looked around the bar and noticed that it wasn’t just his blind date that never showed up, but the rest of the town and country; he and the man were the only ones in the bar.!!In that case they ordered another drink. Chad suggested they begin now since there seemed nothing to be stopping them. The bartender, however, regardless of whether or not there was no one in the bar, stated that the open mic began at 7 o’clock and there was no working around that. …Ok.!!The man got up to hit the head while Chad flipped through his mind about the conversation he had had about meeting his date… While somewhat distracted, someone else took the seat next to him on the opposite side. Without mystery, he held out his hand and introduced himself, “Tony Clifton”. Chad went to take his hand, and Mr. Clifton took it away, “He ho ho ho”.!!Instead of waiting for the open mic, Tony simply stood up on the bar and began dancing, “howdy ho! Hoody how!”, waltzing back and forth like Elvis in a walrus’ body. Something about this spectacle sparked Charlestown’s memory. Ah, he thought… “My date is Andy Kaufman”.